Instrument

Oh hands of time that steal my days
And turn my gaze towards night
Against your final backdrop plays
The story of my life

Your fractured vessel I’ve become
My broken heart of tin
A grain of sand in rain and sun
At the mercy of the wind

I’m your unworthy instrument
Come strike my final tones
And blow your horn magnificent
Through the hollows of my bones

I’ll never be your chosen one
To rise above the din
For all the good I could have done
And I’ll I’ve never been

I’m your unworthy instrument
Come strike my final tones
And blow your horn magnificent
Through thе hollows of my bones