Carry on!

Carry on my wayward son

There will be peace 

When you are done

Lay your weary head to rest

Don't you cry no more!

Warrior

 

Candle in the wind

 

Spectackle

 

 

 

I try my best to be brave

I know how my story ends

It's at the edge of the blade

Or the barrel of a gun

I know how you look into the mirror and hate what you see

You have changed

That doesn't sound like The Dean Winchester I know and Love!

The man who is been dead so many times

but never seems to stick

 May be you are not the guy anymore,

The guy who saves the world,

The guy who will always think he will win

no matter what

You have changed.

And you tell people

It's not a big deal.

You tell people you will work through it,

but you know you won't,

 You can't,

and that scares the hell out of you.

When's the last time you watched a sunset without waiting for something to go bump in the night?