Wuthering Heights

Once a your boy he set out
Upon the road to fame and fortune
Full of hope for all looks bright in daylight
But the young boy he must learn
That the road is twisted and turned
And dangerous to travel after midnight
Born out of the fire
One night out in the wild
When the dawn broke free
I seemed only a helpless child
When from the dying embers
A sapling seemed to grow
O, could it be it showed to me
The way to go
Stumbling onto shaky ground
Not knowing what was to be found
Set sails for the future
Or dwel in the realms long lost
A neverending battle
Where the dark outshines the bold
A mounting cost of dreamers lost
And gowing old
Yet ever striding onwards
The quest will never rest
A hunter in the dark
And you will never catch me again