Cornmeal - On My Own текст песни

On My Own words and music by Chris Gangi

Here I Stand, desperate quite and alone
Searching for forgiveness and a path to call my own
All we are is all we've left to find
Seeking our existence in this space and time

Dreams wake to tell of tales untold
Beauty breaks, as winds of change unfold
And I don't think I can make it on my own

And here she danced, as the lonesome fiddle called
Taking heed of the warning as the Cold Mountain falls
And here you find a light that guides from within
But death has no mercy for the fiddle and gin

Dreams wake to tell of tales untold
Beauty breaks, as winds of change unfold
And I don't think I can make it out here on my own

Out here on my own (Never seen so much beauty)
Out here on my own (Never heard the river cry)
Out here on my own (Never felt so much further from you)
Out here on my own (Never known the reason why)