Just when the demons walked in
I stood and picked up my zither
And played them another
Old and long-forgotten song
And every note that I uttered
Made me more of a fighter
And I see myself reaching out for the sun
And f I am dreaming
In waking I would understand
And I feel like an uphill battle has begun
Come hell or high water
I will grab the helping hand
And when the demons walked out
I kept on playing for hours
Until I recovered
My sense of what fiction is
With every note that I uttered
Reality altered
And I see myself reaching out for everyone
And if I am dreaming
In waking I would understand
And I feel like I am nowhere near done
Come hell or high water
I will lend a helping hand