Exhaustion weighs upon my Soul, as if on my head is a Crown of lead And offers of gold seem Preposterous Empty Promises of gifts I’ll never see Lead not gold is my continued reward Although freedom is all I require Neither lead nor gold is desired
Exhaustion weighs upon my Soul, as if on my head is a Crown of lead And offers of gold seem Preposterous Empty Promises of gifts I’ll never see Lead not gold is my continued reward Although freedom is all I require Neither lead nor gold is desired