Little Minstrel
I can see as you walk through the door
All your tear drops and sweat have been poured
It's been a long day
Every smile and idea you compose
Is attached to the love that your mold
And your hands break
Every step likes to string you along
Until you've stretched the whole earth and you fall
And there's still a long ways
There's still a long ways to go
Little minstrel, you play your lute
And break your back to play in empty rooms
It's been a long day
Writer/s: Joanna Worthington
