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...