brave morning
Thoughts flap their wings and fly,
And I can still taste
Defeat on my lips.

Bright tide, fish fly,
I have not yet arrived.
How can I not admit?
I need to know you.

Cause I just want to be
Something more than the mud in your eyes,
I want to be the clay in your hands.

Hey sorrow where are you?
Tomorrow just won't be the same
Without you here.
I'll wish for shoulders bold and broad to bear,
And strength to hold my head above them.

Cause I just want to be
Something more than the mud in your eyes,
I want to be the clay in your hands.

Cause Gloria is silent,
And glory is a silent thing...