Noble Aim
(专辑: Yearbook - September - 2011)
Chances are we are the
same; Against the
odds, against the
grain We lean, like gardens toward light, But we wait, like evening for night, Don't we? Chances are we are alike; Against what better judgement writes We ache like children for love, For a
purpose worthy of Such a
noble aim, Such a
noble aim, Such a
noble aim as love. Chances are we bruise the
same; A
family tree desperate for rain. A
thirst only deserts know best. A
hurt so at home in our chests. Call it stubbornness or bravery, To let our branches continue to reach, With such a
noble aim, With such a
noble aim, With such a
noble aim as love. Every broken branch and loosened leaf That we've grown to ignore, Is now a
part of something greater than before. Every nest that rests upon our limbs, Seeking shelter from the
storms, Is a
purpose worth being broken for. Chances are we are the
same; Against the
odds, against the
grain We lean, like gardens toward light. We reach with all of our might For such a
noble aim as love.