my legs are weary, 19 years going on 20 years of walking this bleak sidewalk...
the whole worlds against me, actually it probably isnt, but this is how i talk...
consider me young in reality, but i feel so frail in this lifelong soul of mine...
how many times must i endure these sorrows? how can i survive this miserable time?...
if this sounds cliche, it just may be, who knows what the future holds tomorrow?...
the words of men sound hollow, so still i search in vain for a leader to follow...
reaching for the stars, but my attempts to soar end up with me back on my knees...
seeking something, seeking life, seeking you to lift me up from moments like these...

-i am tired-