a fist through the wall never solved anything
it just worried mom just like the bullets down the barrel
of growing up
this must be home where mothers abandon their young
and fathers are further than the faintest star
we are family
we d return to dust if it meant saving you
and if its of any use, lay me beneath your feet
and breathe deep these fumes from this machine of
healing hearts
we built it through the night
this could be home if son could see what he s done
and that mother is closer to a son so far from what we
are
family
tyler, we fight this world together
and our own strengths they also die together
but my prayer is that you ll trust God s wings
which shelter me because in a world of nothing...
they are everything