Blood of blood
Beyond the snow kissed streams and mountains
I've fought through the flood, of raw emotions
To lay them deep beneath the ground
So just bite your tongue
You hurt more spirit than skin
I bruise, I heal, and it begins again
My fear is we're too late, my fear is we won't relate
It's all in the message you make
And the innocence you take
You left the lake so long ago
But you need to know, I won't let you go
All of the missteps you've made
Have all began to fade
As you wade the marsh to find a home
I need you know, I won't let you go
We've been silent for seasons
Though we both have our reasons
Now we stand to mourn the dead
Attacked at the heart
Maybe that keeps us connected?
You hurt more spirit than skin
I bruise, I heal...
I met a girl; and we fought and fought
Her family pushed, so we tied the knot. (I could've used a father hand)
It ended fast, and I fell apart
Self-medicating a broken shattered heart. (I could've used a father hand)
I turned from God, barely looking up;
I fell and fell; hoping you would pick me up. (I could've used a father hand)
You've missed so much
As I write, it all comes pouring out
All I needed was for you to search me out. (I could've used a father hand)
Now I regret all the time I've lost
We made our points, but was it worth the cost? (I could've used a father hand)
I hope you're proud of the man I am
I need our hearts to connect. (I could've used a father hand)
You did what you had to do;
You gave what was shown to you
I forgive you