Pick up the pieces
One by one as you crawl in anguish
Do not release it
From your broken, bloody fist
I have brought on me much pain
Only to find that it has forced decay
Consumed with all the beauty
I had taken the hammer and destroyed pity
I will never give up on my chance to go home
Even with a thousand miles left to go
A quest turning me to stone
With a goal that would knock me off my throne
I have said that it’s not my time...
Though was there ever a time at all?
Yet a simple handshake could decide
Whether I continue or whether I fall
I will never give up on my chance to go home
Even with a thousand miles left to go
I want to sew the pieces back...
I’ll sew them, piece by painful piece
But I am missing the needle and string...