There was a time when your waters had run still. I don't know where, but those waters have died. As you held hands with the hell beneath your feet. You turned your back and waved heaven goodbye.
Fields of gold. And all that shines. You knew just where to look. Yet you did not wish to find. Drawn and quartered by the fate of one's own hand. Don't need to search for peace.
All though I may have faltered, I'm just a man. For I have been broken, time and time again. For with in your moments of doubt. When there's no where left to run.