By the age of thirteen
Stripped of a dream
He can hear you vows
He can see you beaten down
Beaten down
With the holy fights
In the middle of the nights
The children play
The children run about
Run about
These painful prayers
The redemptive air
The desire for what could be
If it's time to go
Just let me know
Nothing is mine to keep
Suddenly everyone is gone
The home's on the lawn
And everything's for sale
Everything's still hopeful now
