Texty: Brooke Waggoner. Burden of Our Courage.

Keeping to ourselves with guards raised high
Missing all the best while we fly by night

And the magnitude of everything you ever said
Kept us well and fed
And the burden of our courage was amongst the dead
Buried in our bread

Starving oh so starving for the kind we need
Spooning out the portions we can barely feed

And the magnitude of everything you ever said
Kept us well and fed
And the burden of our courage was amongst the dead
Buried in our bread