Only Revolutions, seem to keep me up through these nights, and it seems no resolution, can bring back my father's pride. So strong so proud, I watched a good man fall, I held his life in my hands, with my back against a wall.
We’re always falling, never reaching the bottom
And I’m reading myself to sleep, wading through these empty waters.
We are all children (sons and daughters)
And we never think to see fear on the face of our fathers
We never expect to cry (for our fathers.)
But I’ve spent so many nights, wishing things were still the same, that the word home, still had meaning
From an older chest I have raised my head.
I'll be your shoulders carrying this weight home.
Where ever that may be. I'll be your shoulders, I'll be your strength.
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