When I eat from the tree of my soul

Into heaven’s garden I stroll

All the trees and the bushes do gleam

But the fruit of my soul shone supreme

I mustn’t waver nor stray from my goal

For these days I grow weary alone

For these days I grow weary alone 

For these days I grow weary alone

-octave

There’s an angel who leans on my soul

hoping and praying that we can be whole

there’s a demon who aims for control

wraps around me; it bound me at home

I mustn’t waver nor stray from my goal

For these days I grow weary alone

For these days I grow weary alone

For these days I grow weary alone

+octave

There’s a band of angels crying

Playing trumpets and flying to me

Holding hands in harmony

As they sang, they seemed to agree

I mustn’t waver nor stray from my goal

For these days I grow weary alone

For these days I grow weary alone

For these days I grow weary alone