The Ones Like Me

On the blackest wings thier dreams take flight,
Leading them on into the night.
These people I watch as they go,
They go to their deaths but they do not know.

And I sit and wait,
Wait for the ones like me.
I sit and wait,
Wait to help the ones who break free.

Onward towards a darker road they go,
I sit and watch them, wondering if they know.
I wonder if they can see as I see,
I wonder if they know what I know.
I wonder if it's willingly to thier own hells they go.

And I sit and wait,
Wait for the ones like me.
I sit and wait,
Wait to help the ones who break free.

Onwards into homemade prisons they do go,
Rattling their bars, running to and fro.
They cry out in agony, wanting to be free,
But it's already to late for them,
And now I wonder why they didn't join me.

And I sit and wait,
Wait for the ones like me.
I sit and wait,
Wait to help the ones who break free.

Now to the horizon my eyes do go,
Looking, waiting for the next batch to show.
I look and wait, wait for someone to see.
I look and wait, wait for the ones who become free.

And I sit and wait,
Wait for the ones like me.
I sit and wait,
Wait to help the ones who break free.

Now the newest batch is here,
I can see in thier eyes the fear.
They know where they go but know not why,
And so I sit and watch thier souls as they die.
I watch them as they go to hell never knowing why.

And I sit and wait,
Wait for the ones like me.
I sit and wait,
Wait to help the ones who break free.