Mother of Thousands

I own my father’s flaws
A shallow grave next to my mother.

Less than you fear more than you hoped.
Less than you fear more than you hoped.

But dirty hands won’t open the gates of heaven
She said ships in the night never reunite

The other side of understanding
The other side of understanding
May she rise from the ashes of creators
Grief bound
The other side of self-reproach
May she rise again, full bore

After the fields been torched
Who’s left in my home?
Less than you fear but more than you hoped.
More than you hoped

I own my father’s flaws
A shallow grave next to my mother
My decline is mine

All Handmade flaws
All handmade flaws
Less than you fear, more than you hope.