Rage - Kim Churchill

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