Hang on, stitching together your page...
Then it falls to me to fight this fight
Then it falls to me to fight this fight
find the firm and frightening conviction,
need to make myself the contradiction.
find the firm and frightening conviction,
need to make myself the contradiction.
No one else will turn these facts to fiction,
take these wrongs and make them right.
No one else will turn these facts to fiction,
take these wrongs and make them right.
Tossed about on this immoral tide,
I must find our way through murky spyglass.
Tossed about on this immoral tide,
I must find our way through murky spyglass.
Not my father—he is without compass,
lost, adrift. My mother was his atlas.
Not my father—he is without compass,
lost, adrift. My mother was his atlas.
I must now be moral guide.
I must now be moral guide.
