I’ve been writing letters
To myself, to my friends
They haven’t quite come out right
Too much broken, too much to mend

I’m walking too heavy
Disillusionment thick in my veins
I’m heartsick and I’m tired
Or isn’t that the same
Aren’t they the same?

Mother mother, I swear
I looked for the light, and I saw nothing there
But, mother mother, I swear
If morning will rise, then I will get there

But now where do you shelter?
Where do you go from here
When the mirror shows three faces:
Anger and anguish and fear?

I thought I knew what hope looked like
I thought I knew how to breathe
But it’s all gone too far
And my head’s begging my heart
To stop giving it bad dreams
Father father, I swear
I looked to the sky and saw a storm brewing there
But father father, I swear
If morning will rise, then I will get there

Oh mother mother, I swear
I thought I was brave, and that this world was fair
But father father, I swear
I’ve seen the bottom of the deepest well
And even down in the dark, if there is nothing else
I know morning is waiting to rise, and so am I, I, I…

And I will get there