All the glowing Morning glories And all the petals fallen All the flowing Roads to freedom And all the fools who sought 'em I am one of those Who became someone brave In the face of the storm I am one of those Who was waiting to hold The weight of the world All the rolling Highways scattered Flittering with longing All the cursive Of your wording It left a certain haunting I am one of those Who became someone brave In the face of the storm I am one of those Who was waiting To hold the weight of the world And it's a growing garden. It's an open drawer. It hits you like the crash of The feet tapping happy on floor. All these mirrors That reminded Are shattered at the framing All the risers Stacked with voices And all the morning glories I am one of those Who became someone brave In the face of the storm I am one of those Who was waiting To hold the weight of the world I am one of those Who became someone brave In the face of the storm I am one of those Who was waiting to hold The weight of the world.