Faint heart World can wait for the weary hands to learn it's too late But I'm spit and I'm rough dirt What do you want from me? Faint heart Tip of my tongue, a song like youth: wasted on the young And it's over and over What kind of father could I be? Faint heart Rain to the spark, at last my light giving in to dark And the thought of it crumbling to dust No, I was not done Faint heart Beg she won't see the coward, the cur, maybe this is me These hands shaped stone But I'm scared like you wouldn't believe it Faint heart Only a glimpse, I was wrong, take it back, just let this one live Then it hits me like ice to the bone What if I'm just like him? Good god Give me the strength that I need not to be To fight, not to flee, or succumb to the beast underneath What if he's just like me? Naked in the wild All was reconciled When I held my child Naked in the wild All was reconciled When I held my child Quiet mind Peace Quiet mind Reach Quiet mind Be at peace Reach We are the fire that...