For what its worth you will never walk here again The low times build character But they have destroyed moral. There is a process, This is a road Bleeding slowly out to a sum. Addition via subtraction Ever so slowly. Holding on to the very little memories of what made you the man you are. But knowing those days are all in your history and you have become so far Bleeding slowly out. Father give me serenity Or give me strength Because the weight of the journey will either kill me Or it will make me plead For a similar outcome. In a time without confidence In a time of despair I had no idea of a master plan. Bring forth a finale Begin the end Holding on to the very little memories of what made you the man you are. But knowing those days are all in your history and you have become so far Because my steps have grown weary So much so that i either need you to hold the rope, Or i might let go