Whatever tiredness I hoisted on my heart

I’ll carry it across that rambling river without a mountain

And many are guided to the light you possess inside your hearth

It’s only me who must turn away for the blame that I have bargained.

  

Whether here or far away I know what I must do

To see that what you aim in life go not wasted

And though broken windows, tattered homes offer a better view

It’s only me who must stand before the wine that I once tasted

 

I’m reminded of the debts I’ve collected from my past

And I could give them all away or pay my dues from whatever I’ve laid away

It’s only me who must decide where my feet are bound fast

 

That such a small light could touch so much

I can’t help but believe the words you once said to me

That change may only come from someone’s gentle touch

And it’s only me who can’t forget your precious words or the sea.