Once Nothing All My Heroes Are Cowboys
Who are you paragon?
How can I trust those ribbons if I cannot trust a carpenters hands?
Aged hands, calloused hands, those hands that I punctured
If faith was a battle then I surely lost the war
Now we walk and march, on and on
I never thought that this journey would take me so long
I thought that I would be home by now
The reigning of the wicked must back down
