Rest your head, oh weary boy

How you rob yourself of joy

You ain't cut like all the rest

How you give away your breath

Well I'll be somebody in my own time

I'll pull the wreckage out from my mind

I'm not afraid of myself no more

I see the beauty in all my wars

And I'll fight some more

I'll face my crimes

I'm walking straight on crooked lines

And I'm not amused by false or frail

I will prevail

Oh rest assured

You troubled soul

You may let go of that weight you hold

For it is good to feel lament

It will remind you once again

That I'll be somebody in my own time

I'll pull the wreckage out from my mind

I'm not afraid of myself no more

I see the beauty in all my wars

And I'll fight some more

I'll face my crimes

I'm walking straight on crooked lines

And I'm not amused by false or frail

I will prevail

And I'll be somebody in my own time

I'll pull the wreckage out from my mind

I'm not afraid of myself no more

I see the beauty in all my wars

And I'll fight some more