Burden of Our Courage - Brooke Waggoner

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