Emily کے بول

I'm weak as, I am young Feel the feet I drag along Please give me back my strength for this sorrow And I'll try again tomorrow But, I'm weighted by this stone It hangs at the back of my throat We don't have grace, we are foolish inside I'm not in my place, and I'd like to know why most of all But it's so hard to find out Your minds are far better than mine And I struggle with it all the time Take my coat and have it for your own Out there's a world that I've never been shown It's on the outside, but it's a river too wide For I'm weighted by this stone It hangs at the back of my throat And it hurts me so And it hurts me so