Someone had stolen me, And choked the life I crave
On a pale horse he did ride, And sing my songs
I touched you then and feared, That the dark would spread indeed
And leave hollow shells of friends and strangers all
But still I bore the gift of life, somehow
And you?d ask me, If my breast was filled with embers or with ash
Was hope or but despair upon my crown
Mother, sweet mother don't you worry on your son
For my heart contains a fire that shall burn long
And I shall lay my head
In the valley with my friends
I?ll quit my scheming ways and rest again
Cause I shall lay my head
On the shoulders of great men
And live my life until its honest end
verse 2
And so brick by brick I tell myself