nAnd on the day my father diednNo one came to his grave to say goodbyennWith all the words he could have said,nNever once did he make this rightnHe left us here, to drown in a wake of his destructionnHe is gone and we are to pick up the piecesnnWell it never really was up to usnWe never even stood a chance.nNow this is where we hardened our heartsnnNow wake up, lets start it all anewnI know you're tired, your reasons for living are getting harder and harder to findnJust give us our chance to make this everything we've ever dreamed ofnnOh godnOh godnOh godnnThis is an uphill battle and I'm losing the stridenIs there anyone who sees this?nThis is an uphill battle and I'm losing the stridenIs there anyone who sees this?nnI know you're tired, your reasons for living are getting harder and harder to findnJust give us a chance to make this everything we've ever dreamed ofnnThis is an uphill battle and I'm losing the stridenIs there anyone who sees this?nThis is an uphill battle and I'm losing the stridenIs there anyone who sees this?nnAnd I have had enoughn