In Will (A Whisper in the Noise)

Seven years go by Seven years of broken tribes But I will go on I will go on Through the rolling hills Rolling seasons I grow in will I will go on Ride on ride on I'm growing old As I grow Wisdom grows I will go on Ride on ride on Ride on ride on Ride on ride on Ride on ride on Ride on ride on Ride on ride on Ride on ride on Ride on ride on