The End Of Self

Tired hands
weakling boy
righteous man
with the same dream

Welcome death
a will to live
a faithful heart
'till the end of self

And so, we meet again
on the same ground
this tour, it's fitting
you blessed when you should curse
and you prayed so
that you might, you might catch a cannonball
you came to all my shows
and your face shone
this day, this day... we celebrate your life

So what's the word today?
will you teach me this prayer language?
He gives, He takes away
but for your sake
today, today... i wish you would protest

Can you say, "now morning, start"
can you see the start of time?
did you see them laugh and cry?
can you make it satisfy?