we all got holes to fill
and them holes are all that`s real
some fall on you like a storm
sometimes you dig your own
but choice is yours to make
and time is yours to take
some dive into the sea
some toil upon the stone
to live`s to fly
low and high
so shake the dust off of your wings
and the sleep out of your eyes
so shake the dust off of your wings
and the tears out of your eyes.

- townes van zandt