Texty: Brothers At Sea. On My Shoulder.

I wrestled that angel
And found that I?m not strong enough to win
I wrestled the demon on my shoulder
And found my strength was caving in, was caving in

Broken lives are being made whole
Turning dust back into gold
We?ve found ourselves
Never found ourselves alone

After that battle
I found I?m not as wise as I once thought
I never was the smartest soldier
I should?ve listened to all you said and all you taught

Broken lives are being made whole
Turning dust back into gold
We?ve found ourselves
Never found ourselves alone

Broken hearts and broken homes
Turning dust back into gold
We?ve found ourselves
Never found ourselves alone

Shout back with all that is within you
Shout back ?cause I know you feel the same
We?re not alone; we?ll fight until the bitter end (We?re not alone)
I think it?s time to get this off my chest (We?re not alone)