Hurt

I spent my whole life building. I saw it all, yeah ups and downs. Started from nothing, God knows I did it all, and brought this empire from the ground. For generations I have toiled to build, each passing year my empire’s grown. I barely slept, I had to see it done, and claim this empire as my own. And I was proud to stand and see it all, it was a brilliant sight to see. But time is cruel, I guess I’ve lived too long, and now it’s all the same to me. For as I’ve aged, somehow it slips away, and pride has turned to empty hurt. Like Johnny Cash, I’m left to sing the song - that my empire is only dirt.