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

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

compositores: WILLIAM RICHARD II FITZSIMMONS