Heavy eyes tired sighs one more day for me to rise above the noise I have no choice but to find my lost voice
get off the floor you're so much more I cannot be here anymore find a door and go tired of hearing no from every Joe Schmo and John Doe who think they know how high or how low I can go down that road before my tires blow before I explode no!
not again don't pretend this is not where my story ends my saga continues my journey extends because of the steady hands you lend when I am down half in the ground just me and my shovel no hope to be found you find a way to share one more day I pray you'll stay 'til tomorrow is today
'til I know that I am safe but I know you must go so go leave I have to let go I have to believe I can do this on my own I may stumble on stones moan and groan speak in tongues unknown but forward I move and groove until I prove that I can do this on my own