Holding the Stones

I'm here Because I don't know if I'm able to win My tired hands are starting to bleed For holding the stones That tear I don't know if I can find my fate My feet can't take that much weight There is pain in my bones And why Why can't I turn back in time When my hands didn't felt so tired Yearning for what never was, all the scars I cried For all the years I didn't enjoy The colors faded since I was a boy Took over by melancholy And I I'll may be nothing but I'm enough The burning spreads, I will not hold on Disintegrates my entire soul, all alone Why Why can't a man choose his own end The pain is real, I won't pretend A flower start to disappear I'm here Because I don't know if I'm able to win My tired hands are starting to bleed For holding the stones