My heart so weary oh this world I do not owe
I envy the raindrops dancing down the window
Once was I, long time ago

This jaded road bestowing callus
Oh this far distant light, be a palace
May its path not be of malice

Now my hands hold a story
If only one, can be of glory
Will save this heart from worry

May my feet be sound
As I walk steady on this ground
And at the end, I shall be crowned

By Bschapau