Sleeping At Last - Resolve

Gener^Gmations ^Fwait Like the ^D#river s^Cmways, For a ^Gmfather's^F blood, For a ^D#mother's l^Cmove.

Though not the^Gm promised ^Fland, Nor any ^D#perfect p^Cmlan, Along our ^Gmneutral ^Fpath There was a ^D#single l^Cmowered b^Gmranch.

What was ^Gmflawless canvas^F-white, What was ^D#kindness in our e^Cmyes Is now a^Gm blemished maste^Frpiece, An a^D#stigmatism l^Cmife. But let's ^Gmcut right to the ^Fchase, To when the ^D#best of us was o^Cmn display,

Before we ^Gmtipped the ^Fscale from ^D#confid^Cmence to d^Gmoubt. I would ^Fhold you ^D#now, if o^Cmnly i knew h^Gmow.

Concen^Gmtration ^Fbreaks Under ^D#frivolous w^Cmeight. If the right ^Gmwords ex^Fist, May they ^D#find our l^Cmips.

^A#Let's stay the c^D#ourse A^Fnd let the te^F7nsion make us ne^A#w. I don't know if it's ^D#virtue, ^A#I don't know if it's ju^D#st dumb luc^Fk. ^F7 Would it matter if it ^Gmwas? What if we welcomed ^Cmchange in?^F If we opened up just e^F7nough To let it^A# begin? ^D# To l^F7et it b^A#egin?

“th^D#e doors will^Gm open wide^F for you.” It was ^D#said just l^Gmike it was the ^Ftruth, If we walk right^A# through...