Believed that I was made from frail and broken things, And I'm scared that's all I'll be. I fell hard to the ground as a child and cut up my knee, Saw my father's blood as it poured out, the first gift I ever received. I felt it sting and the spit of the sea as the waves rose up to comfort me and they said, so softly, "You don't have to feel alone like this, Come inside let us take you in." It's too late to forgive. What's done is done. I'll leave and forget. I hope you pay for what you did. You gave me my name, just a spark that's spit out from forever's flame with a grudge, And a note that's attached to our family's blood that says, "I tried so hard to be a good man, I tried so hard to get it right. Tried so hard to be better than my father, Give you a better life than mine." I dreamed that I'd be met with brave and loving hands. They'd set me free from who I'd been. Make me at peace with who I am. You said you'd stay, but they dug a hole. I wish I forgave you before we lost your soul. Believed that I was made from frail and broken things, And I'm scared that's all I'll be.