Gloria

A brave morning

Thoughts flap their wings and fly

And I can still taste

Defeat on my lipsBright tie, fish fly

I have not yet arrived

How can I not admit

I need to know youCause I just want to be

Something more than the mud in your eyes

I want to be the clay in your handsHey 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 themCause I just want to be

Something more than the mud in your eyes

I want to be the clay in your handsCause Gloria is silent

And glory is a silent thing