Well it's late in the hour and a few more grains of sand will fall.
On the colorful flowers grown upon the dust and moss.
Now I feel the worst is near,
I hold them close and count their years.
And pray a ray of light appears
To shine down on us here

Breakdown in the shape of things [bad word] 
But I'm moving on like a soldier.
And I say now when all is said and done:
It's not ours to break, the shape of things [bad word] 

There's a crack in the clouds, but only for a moment now
Like an owl looking out, the blue sky spies the roads we will go down.
I wonder what they hold for us? I hold my family to my breast,
I feel the worst and hope the best [bad word] to see us blessed.

Breakdown in the shape of things [bad word] 
But I'm moving on like a soldier.
And I say now when all is said and done:
It's not ours to break, the shape of things [bad word] 
Hey! Hey!

Give me one more try in what I'll change.
I won't deny the thought is strange.