My heart,
My hollowed heart
Is battered and bruised
Worn out and used
All has been drained,
It bleeds no longer
Its thumping has waned,
It beats no longer

My hands,
My caloused hands are all that I'll have to show at the end of the day...

Mine heart's been hardened by all the inequity and injustices suffered by it over time

I am in no position to be of any relevan(t assistan)ce at the moment

Let me strive to alter the workings of my mind and the condition of mine heart

Only then would any one benefit from the workings of mine heart and hands

My heart grows weary with the passing of each day as I sojourn on this seemingly endless voyage... a voyage through the seas and through the woods... through the hills that yonder stood....
Through dips and through  downs, it all comes around
And even still as my heart grows thin, there's this urge that grows within
A fire unkindled, a flame unfanned by mine own hands yet still it burns...
A flame so strong that it carries a song as it spews its embers throughout this cold September...

**(man it's cold & **** she's cold...)

A simple melody, a yellow rose
A forgotten tragedy, my sweetest repose

A ****** trail, snow white sails
The end of all travail, my sweetest repose

A gentle brook, the sweet warm air
A good old book, my sweetest repose

A grain of sand, a giant oak
The touch of your hand, my sweetest repose

A drop of dew, the evening hue
A day with you, just to name a few
You're my sweetest repose

Follow the trail and you will see
A path which, 'til now, lay unknown to thee
Though there, hidden in plain sight
None but a few have seen its light

For love brought you all this way
So that in His love you may stay
In His arms there'll be no more night, only day
In His arms I pray thee lay