a brave morning

thoughts flap their wings and fly

and i can still taste defeat on my lips

bright tie 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

gloria is silent

gloria is silent

and glory is a silent thing.