Greatest Fears - Charity Children

Out of breath and out of kind

Young at heart but we’re losing our minds

Comfort lost ambition worn

Joyous grief for all things warm

At morning’s rise

We will weep

Of our greatest fears

In truth and in rage

This monthly bound

Who have no idea

Clinging to our reverie

We’ll sing for those we cannot be

Dreaming that our melody

Will somehow set these demons free

(Hee, hee)

Far removed and far behind

We bow our heads in wounded times

Aspire not, rejoice instead

Farwell the lives which we once lead

At morning’s rise

We will weep

Of our greatest fears

In truth and in rage

This monthly bound

Who have no idea

Clinging to our reverie

We’ll sing for those we cannot be

Dreaming that our melody

Will somehow set these demons free

(Hee, hee)

(Oh, oh)

(Oh, oh)

(Oh, oh)

(Oh, oh)

At morning’s rise

We will weep

Of our greatest fears

In truth and in rage

This monthly bound

Who have no idea

Clinging to our reverie

We’ll sing for those we cannot be

Dreaming that our melody

Will somehow set these demons free

(Hee, hee)

Out of breath and out of kind