Well Enough
WILLIAM RICHARD II FITZSIMMONS
And you're finally out
As he draw you're first
And the air was cold
But you will never know
And I tried to find
The heart torned
But my arm was tired
Had to let you go
But I hope I made you well
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
And I hope I made you well
And I hope I made you well
And I hope I made you well