You may know me, I don't know you,
but you know they told me what you can do.
So give my woman and my son,
a life worth walking through while I run.
And please don't let me let them down.
You can forget me, but not them now.
And if you made me then you made me lose my way,
because everything I am leads me astray,
but you've been working on me,
lurking in the shadows,
of my soul, of my mind,
in the hallows.
So remake me or this world will break me,
and maybe you won't even notice I'm gone,
I hope I'm wrong.
And I don't want to roll around in my convictions,
if they are built on false predictions,
but I still don't believe and I can't see me coming around,
so if there's something still to say, then shout it loud,
not from the mountains, not from the stars,
but from my own heart, right through my old scars.
Just give my woman and my son,
a man worth living with, if there's one.
Just give my woman and my son,
a life worth walking through, while I run.

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