Coming Closer to the Day

Does the road stretch out for me
Like dead trails across a clear blue sky
Maybe a path not foreseen
To somewhere yet to be defined
Coming closer to the day
Move up through the gates, no turning back
Could be a proper
Not a head full of whispered lies
Take up my armor and my shield
As the sun begins to rise
Coming closer to the day
Move up through the gates or turn away
Stop counting every step
And be free
Time to make the going sweet
And ride a wave on the quest
Wake up from forgetful sleep
As but not without rest
Coming closer to the day
Move up through the gates or turn away
Coming closer to the day
Move up through the gates or turn away
Stop counting every step
And be free