zechariah

I wish I could remember the day I killed the albatross,
Now it hang heavy round my neck.
There are days I think I cant go on,
Wish life would lay me down to rest,
make me a bed of nails to rest my head,
I am sure I'll not be missed.

I live my life just like the albatross,
things go wrong one after one.
Some how some way, I killed the albatross,
where once was hope now is none.

Carry me home to where I can not fail,
if such a place even exists.
Im just so tired of crying out, of tears of blood,
and pounding my fists.
This lucky clover has been torn apart,
this magic well has run bone dry
Other people have found happiness,
If they can do it, why cant I?

I live my life as an albatross
tearing hearts out one by one
Some how some way I killed the albatross
lost my life before its begun.

(this is a shortened version of a song i wrote)