Returning Empty Handed

                                  Speak of the years of growing weary..

I'll take this to the end

And watch the waves crash over me



Speak of the years of growing weary

I'll take this to the end

And watch the waves crash over me



I feel oh so over, come

With enough, time

To turn it all around

And I'm picture perfect

See the way, I've come

A sick sicker, illustration

My eyes roll back and focus, on what today

I cant still stand if you leave the hand to praise me

I'll take this on my own

I'll take this on my own

I'll take this on