I wish I was tired but I am not. I’m exhausted
My soul is lost. It needs to be saved
Oh tell me now, how long will it take?
When will this precious soul get a break?
I have strength to push and take another shot
I have hope and I’ve got faith in my heart
Perhaps and perhaps it won’t be the same
Things change and all because of time
Shouldn’t I wait then for my moment?
To hold that spear and to never be bent