Bearing Witness Glen Hansard

I'm bearing witness, I’m laying low
I'm saving my strength now
For those who need me the most
I'm stepping lightly, I’m learning to dance
I've got fifty-two milk-white roses for the Angels of Happenstance

Cause it's not what you're given
But what you do with it
And it's not the road less traveled
But how you choose to live

I'm bearing witness
I'm staying clean
I'm not leaving the house now except for what I need
I’m sick and sorry
In no good state of mind
I can’t stand the attention
Can't stand to be left behind

Cause it’s not what you're given
But what you do with it
And it's not the road less taken
But how you choose to live
And it's not a lack of understanding
But your ignorance