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 death,
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.
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 death,
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.