All the glowing
Morning glories
And all the petals fallen
All the flowing
Roads to freedom
And all the fools who sought 'em
I am one of those
Who became someone brave
In the face of the storm
I am one of those
Who was waiting to hold
The weight of the world
All the rolling
Highways scattered
Flittering with longing
All the cursive
Of your wording
It left a certain haunting
I am one of those
Who became someone brave
In the face of the storm
I am one of those
Who was waiting
To hold the weight of the world
And it's a growing garden.
It's an open drawer.
It hits you like the crash of
The feet tapping happy on floor.
All these mirrors
That reminded
Are shattered at the framing
All the risers
Stacked with voices
And all the morning glories
I am one of those
Who became someone brave
In the face of the storm
I am one of those
Who was waiting
To hold the weight of the world
I am one of those
Who became someone brave
In the face of the storm
I am one of those
Who was waiting to hold
The weight of the world.