Morning Glories

All the glowing
 Morning glories
 And all the petals fallen
 All the flowing
 Roads to freedom
 And all the fools who sought 'em
 I am one of those
 Who became someone brave
 In the face of the storm
 I am one of those
 Who was waiting to hold
 The weight of the world
 All the rolling
 Highways scattered
 Flittering with longing
 All the cursive
 Of your wording
 It left a certain haunting
 I am one of those
 Who became someone brave
 In the face of the storm
 I am one of those
 Who was waiting
 To hold the weight of the world
 And it's a growing garden.
 It's an open drawer.
 It hits you like the crash of
 The feet tapping happy on floor.
 All these mirrors
 That reminded
 Are shattered at the framing
 All the risers
 Stacked with voices
 And all the morning glories
 I am one of those
 Who became someone brave
 In the face of the storm
 I am one of those
 Who was waiting
 To hold the weight of the world
 I am one of those
 Who became someone brave
 In the face of the storm
 I am one of those
 Who was waiting to hold
 The weight of the world.