People surround me, but they don't care to know
So I am lord and master of all that is my own
All is done in my belief, within my might
All else that happens is not my fight

Words made hollow, a world made shallow
Mine is the pledge, but now I feel, I've lost the edge

I stand alone in this cold life

So much is there to make mine
Many mountains left to climb
Conviction, by vision made whole
It's perfection in a glass bowl
The drive, which pushed me on, to make it on my own
Slowly fading:, slowly grinding to a halt

I stand alone