He makes his way through the heart of the nightWith all he owns in a packThose childhood ways disappear in the struggleAnd it don't look like they're coming backHis heart is pounding like a drum in a canyonGiving him courage and fearHe'll walk the footsteps of a man for the first timeWhile he's pulling back the boy's tearsHungry and cold, so young and so oldThere's so much that he doesn't knowBut that voice that's inside him keeps telling himMy, my, you're learning the art of survivalHe has the light of an ageless horizonRising up from the sandHe aches for something to believe inGuiding him out across no man's landBridges behind him are burning to ashesThere's no way that he can turn backBut that voice that's inside him keeps telling himMy, my, it's all in the art of survivalDreams burn like wildfire, he feels a warmth in his bonesFaces of loved ones, places that he's never knownBridges behind him are burning to ashesThere's no way that he can turn backBut that voice that's inside him keeps telling himMy, my, this is the art of survivalThis is the art of survivalSo this is the art of survivalSo this is the art of survivalSo this is the art of survivalSo this is the art of survival