Burden Of Our Courage (Brooke Waggoner)

Keeping to ourselves with guards raised high Missing all the best while we fly by night And the magnitude of everything you ever said Kept us well and fed And the burden of our courage was amongst the dead Buried in our bread Starving oh so starving for the kind we need Spooning out the portions we can barely feed And the magnitude of everything you ever said Kept us well and fed And the burden of our courage was amongst the dead Buried in our bread