Every
generation
Blames the one before
And all of their frustrations
Come beating on your door
I know that I'm a prosoner
To
all my father held so dear
I know that I'm a hostage
To
all his hopes and fears
I just wish I could have told him
In the living years
Crumpled bits of paper
Filed with imperpect
thought
Stilled conversations
I'm afraid that's all we've
got
You say you just don't see it
He says it's perfect sense
You just can't get agreement
In this present tense
We all
talk a different language
Talking in defence
So we open
up a quarrel
Between the present and the past
We only sacrifice
the future
It's the bitterness that lasts
So don't yield
tho the fortunes
You sometimes see as fate
It may have a
new perspective
On different day
And if you don't give in
You may just be ok
I wasn't
there that morning
When my father passed away
I didn't get
to tell him
All the things I had to say
I think I caught
his spirit
Later that same year
I'm sure I heard his echo
In my baby's new born
I just wish I could have told him
In the living years
[repeat]
Say 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
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