When you told me that you were proud
I'd never heard words be quite so loud
It was a balm back then and a Beacon now
And I'll hold them close when you are gone
And you're managing for silence here
Cause a song that darkens in your blood
The heredity has pushed along
And now I'm managing that silent song
Oh oh oh.
If could break the curse of course I would
But it could darken your blood too
If it comes to this, I've open arms
And side-by-side we'll shout the psalms
Oh oh oh...
Now I tell you that I am proud
Praying the words speak near as loud
Would they stay with you when I am gone
And you hear them as you hear them now
Oh oh oh...

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