Shoulders shrugged
Head is heavy
Prescious pride
Won't help me now
No, prescious pride won't help
If I was heroic
My chance to save a son
But maybe this is
Where I learn to walk on
I am meandering through the gloom
Into the cataracts
With the wish to make
The silence visible
But who am I to talk
Born a miracle, grown to fit
You won't make the same mistakes
And we have learned to wait
Young and anxious
Dumb and blind
The truth is not in books
The truth is what we find
Stutter truths
Spit them out
Countless verses
In veracity
Shoulders straight
Head is high
Prescious fever
Will always prevail
I will work this boy to d**h
So he will grow to be the man
As strong, bright, proud and optimistic
As the futures grant and then
I watch us tie up all loose ends
Of casualties we made
They now make the strongest cord
And we have learned to wait
In the crowns of the trees
The safest sphere to grow
Out of the bones of past ideas
Of what a good life was, so long ago