Kim Churchill Rage
We bet it all
Did we bet it all?
All upon our ancestors to win
All upon forgiveness from within
And you're like this day, as grey as the sky
And seeing all the rage there in your eyes
Feeling failures learning to be wise
We burn through nights of cold, our rage is warm
Be stern, truth, I am young enough to still learn
How to begin
Rage is a flower that blooms in the heat
The most beautiful of these we choose to keep
It helps with how we mask all our defeat
We burn through nights of cold, our rage is warm
Be stern, truth, I am young enough to still learn
How to begin
And all that I believe will change
I fear this for you too
Nothing seems to stay the same
And nothing seems to move
We burn through nights of cold, our rage is warm
Be stern, truth, I am young enough to still learn
I'm caught upon a wind that blows so cold
You're running on the failure, for it grew old
Too old to begin
