Rest your head on my shoulder
And I'll take care of your worries
It was you who promised this to me
It was you who offered me courage
In my darkest hour you can hear me
Softly question my travels
When doubt becomes me I'm troubled
And all my fears unravel
So simple when I was younger
But now I question my worth
Though my heart beats strong
There is doubt in my blood, in my bones
Like a song never sung
Like a night without morning
A promise undone
Rest your head on my shoulder
And I'll take care of your worries
It was you who promised this to me
It was you who offered me courage
In my darkest hour you can hear me
Softly question my travels
When doubt becomes me I'm troubled
And all my fears unravel
Do I seek to find disappointment?
Do I write with a sense of shame?
Like a bird on the ground
Who has injured its wing
I can no longer sing
I'm just waiting for
Someome to tell me
Again and again and again
Rest your head on my shoulder
And I'll take care of your worries
It was you who promised this to me
It was you who offered me courage
In my darkest hour you can hear me
Softly question my travels
When doubt becomes me I'm troubled
And all my fears unrave
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