Damaged Son

Could have been mixed-up
Or a lack of understanding
Could have been explained
Events unravel too fast
Could have been locked up
Many times with a glimmering eye
Can build to the sky, but it must be learned
Glycerin time is a privilege earned
Sailing straight out with no course
Shackleton is painted on board
It’s the right time, and it’s near
It’s the right time, and it’s here
When you start to feel undone
Take heart, for the struggle’s won
When you start to feel undone
Take heart with a damaged son
Celebrate the break
When you fall, it’s down to earth
Save the labels for last
Obliterate that thirst
There’s a writing ahead
Between bygone and soon-to-be
When you start to feel undone
Take heart, for the struggle’s won
When you start to feel undone
Take heart with a damaged son