(In unison:
She’s a mother with a pain
Written on my fathers face
Seen in my brothers’ eyes)
In 6th grade you held my hand
In a spaceship in a faraway land
I dreamt of things I could not see
And we didn’t get along
And times that I was wrong
I was too young, but on my tongue—
And this is my memory
It’s all I have left to sing
And hold onto, in a world without you
VHS tapes of your face
All of it is just in case
The love I share, proves no one there
(In unison:
She’s a mother with a pain
Written on my fathers face
Seen in my brothers’ eyes)
And this date holds too much weight
These words feel too damn late
Just last year, I felt you near
Because it’s been way too hard
Went to Chicago, did the job
But I’m not sure, you see me anymore
(In unison:
She’s a mother with a pain
Written on my fathers face
Seen in my brothers’ eyes)
And it’s my part to carry on
Your memory, lest it will fade
And nobody knows your name
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