When I was young,
my father warned me of friends
He said, "All they do is cheat; you're just a means to their ends"
That's the day I stopped forgiving,
traded praying for my living
But there's nothing I can keep at the end of my life
So I may as well be chasing the wind
Born without a brother to watch my back
Always running into trouble with kids beyond my match
Fighting in the schoolyard, there's no reason to make life so hard
But to the victors, so go the spoils
But even kings and queens will rot in the soil
My finger's growing blisters
I barely know my sister
Born without a brother
The lone son of my mother
I would give them my love
But this life I'm thinking of
So now I'll just be chasing this wind
'Cause it's a lonely road awaiting the end
Now I will work my life away until the day that I'm done
But man's work is never finished till he's dead like the sun
If I could ask the Lord just one wish,
I'd pray for a quick finish
To this lonely road awaiting the end of my life
'Cause it's a hard time coming by a good friend I'm miles from my father,
We couldn't be much farther,
Born without direction,
I'm losing my affection
Searching for my future love
She's flying with a dove
So now I'll just be chasing this wind
'Cause it's a lonely road awaiting the end
My family will grey into age
My memory will soon fade away It makes me ask what's worth it at the end of the day.
You see there's nothing we can keep at the end And it's a hard time coming by a good friend
So we may as well ...
Comments (0)