It’s following me. I’m a shade of pale. Running away. As a son I failed. I keep on but my legs are worn out.
Out of the shame. Something had to change Out of the shame. I retaliate. Lift the curse. And I’ll right my wrongs. Right my wrongs.
And now the shovel’s getting heavier. My hands are closed still they carry her. Can’t turn my face and stare the other way. I’m not affraid.I’m not affraid. Won’t run away! Anymore.
Its hard to be a man. Tied up in frustrations. And I can’t wash my hands! I have no time. Too many expectations. I wonder if I’ve lost my own expectations. Cause its hard to see pass frustrations.
Can I right my wrongs?
I relate, I’m a son I’m a father. I relate to the father with daughters. I’ll wright my wrongs. I realize. A broken man can always rise. Wait the 9 changed my life now I realize. Broken. Rise! Wait the 9 changed my life now I realize. Broken. Rise!
