Well Enough
WILLIAM FITZSIMMONS · Lions 2014 · Track 01 of 12
And you're finally out As you draw your first And the air was cold but You will never know
And I tried to find The heart to hold But my arm was tired Had to let you go
But I hope I made you well I hope I made you well
So I wish you well As you're on your own And I hope you find Wherever is your home