Rest your head, oh weary boy How you rob yourself of joy You ain't cut like all the rest How you give away your breath Well I'll be somebody in my own time I'll pull the wreckage out from my mind I'm not afraid of myself no more I see the beauty in all my wars And I'll fight some more I'll face my crimes I'm walking straight on crooked lines And I'm not amused by false or frail I will prevail Oh rest assured You troubled soul You may let go of that weight you hold For it is good to feel lament It will remind you once again That I'll be somebody in my own time I'll pull the wreckage out from my mind I'm not afraid of myself no more I see the beauty in all my wars And I'll fight some more I'll face my crimes I'm walking straight on crooked lines And I'm not amused by false or frail I will prevail And I'll be somebody in my own time I'll pull the wreckage out from my mind I'm not afraid of myself no more I see the beauty in all my wars And I'll fight some more