Sleeping At Last - Resolve

Gener^Emations ^Dwait Like the ^Criver ^Amsways, For a ^Emfather's^D blood, For a ^Cmother's ^Amlove.

Though not the^Em promised ^Dland, Nor any ^Cperfect ^Amplan, Along our ^Emneutral ^Dpath There was a ^Csingle ^Amlowered ^Embranch.

What was ^Emflawless canvas^D-white, What was ^Ckindness in our ^Ameyes Is now a^Em blemished maste^Drpiece, An a^Cstigmatism ^Amlife. But let's ^Emcut right to the ^Dchase, To when the ^Cbest of us was ^Amon display,

Before we ^Emtipped the ^Dscale from ^Cconfi^Amdence to ^Emdoubt. I would ^Dhold you ^Cnow, if ^Amonly i knew ^Emhow.

Concen^Emtration ^Dbreaks Under ^Cfrivolous ^Amweight. If the right ^Emwords ex^Dist, May they ^Cfind our ^Amlips.

^GLet's stay the ^Ccourse^D And let the ^D7tension make us ^Gnew. I don't know if it's ^Cvirtue,^G I don't know if it's ^Cjust dumb ^Dluck^D7. Would it matter if it ^Emwas? What if we welcomed ^Amchange in?^D If we opened up just e^D7nough To let it^G begin? ^C To ^D7let it ^Gbegin?

“th^Ce doors wil^Eml open wid^De for you.” It was ^Csaid just ^Emlike it was the^D truth, If we walk right^G through...