"every generation blames the one before
and all of their frustrations come beating on your door
i know that im a prisoner to all my father held so dear
i know that im a hostage to all his hopes and fears
more crumpled bits of papr filled with imperfect thoughtsstilted conversations im afraid that's all we've gotyou say you just don't see it, he sayts its perfect senseyou just can't get aggrement in this present tensewe all talk a different language, talking in defensesay it loud, say it clear, you can listen as well as you hear
it's too late when we die to admit we don't see eye to eye
so we open up a quarrel between the present and the pastwe only sacrifice the future, it's the bitterness that lastsso don't yeld to the fortunes you sometimes see as fateit may have a new perspective on a different dateand if you don't give up and don't give in you may just be okayi wasn't there that morning when my father passed away
i din't get to tell him all the things i had to say
but i think i caught its spirit later that same year
i'm sure i heard his echo in my baby's new born tears
i just wish i could have told him in the living years"
learnt this at gek tutorial today
really reflected on my own family
just sent an email to both my dad/mum
couldnt stop tearing ( do not know if its tears of guilt, or purely cos i touched myself with my own act )
nevertheless,felt good telling them how much i love them
let your family know that you love them too, now!
cos' you never know what's gonna happen next (:
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9:26 PM
