What Is It Worth?

Small Towns Burn A Little Slower

Soft words pull them from their tall perch.
It all hurts when it's only worth a damn.
But our collective breaths could change the weather,
let's band together and take this pain out on the road.

[Chorus:]
Neither rain, nor snow, nor the darkest of nights
will keep a noble bird grounded.

Forfeit the fantasy romancing me into standing still as potential built.
The cup was almost spilled by guilt wilting all the strength I was peddling.
I'm not settling.
Even though a weaker heart can still control the body.
The brain must remain strong to keep those steady hands
one step ahead of nervous feet still faltering.
Now I'm altering those statements I made in haste.

[Chorus]

Let nothing take the place of the grace that has brought us here.