I made it far, with a scar in my heart
I made it far, with a lonely stare
I made it far, with laughter misplaced
I made it far, with little to start
I made it far, losing the quescent mark
I made it far, with delay in rue
I made it far, I'm fading now
I may make it far, yet fear the how
Aimless, hapless with a dilemma in bleeding heart
Broken last straw with a cidar drop
Rusty barn with a olive heart
I will make it far, with my olive heart