Instrument - Eliza Gilkyson

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 th hollows of my bones