I was a king cast down, no throne nor crown No claim to my name or my past A sense of selfworth so immeasurably small, In a universe stretching so vast, and so airless Day by day my life force continued to fade Pull me from this atrophy, restore the life blood back into my veins Strength comes from admitting weaknesses inside us, Staring our fears in the eye Id give anything To be the one who kept composure, To start over And I want you to know there wont always be an answer There wont always be a perfect ending Is it all too late? Are we too far gone to save? Never thought wed walk so willing to an early grave Havent we suffered enough? Havent we shouldered the world? The world that beat us down Id give anything To be the one who kept composure, To start over Im a truth unspoken Im a life untold Im a mind unbroken Til my blood runs cold
composure, havent, immeasurably, kept, shouldered