Lyrics William Fitzsimmons

William Fitzsimmons

Well Enough

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