Gloria

A brave morning Thoughts flap their wings and fly And I can still taste defeat on my lips Bright tie, fish fly I have not yet arrived How can I not admit I need to know you 'Cause I just want to be Something more than the mud in your eyes I want to be the clay in your hands Hey sorrow, where are you? Tomorrow just won't be the same without you here I'll wish for shoulders bold and broad to bear And strength to hold my head above them 'Cause I just want to be Something more than the mud in your eyes I want to be the clay in your hands 'Cause Gloria is silent Gloria is silent Gloria is silent And glory is a silent thing