Well Enough - William Fitzsimmons

And your finally out

If you draw your first

And the air was cold

But you will never know

And i tried to find

The heart to hold

But my arm was tired

Had to let you go

But i hope i made you well

And i hope i made you well

So i wish you well

As your arm your own

And i hope you find

Whatever is your home

And i hope i made you well

And i hope i made you well

And i hope i made you well

And i hope i made you well