Father's Son's Father's

You are the wind
Throwing dust into my eyes
An artificial light
Shining brighter than sunlight
I take my head ahead
I see you my friend my
Father
Friend?
Father?
Calling you
Means giving you my choice
Hardly learning
How to use my voice
Weeding my thoughts of my mind
And growing yours
What else to say?
He-ey
Calling you
Means getting rid of my hands
When everyone wants me
Not to think at all
So in hiding in your arms
I will understand
There's nothing to understand
Understand

Free yourself, I defend my ego
Leave me alone, I let you go
I don't really need to know
That I'm yours
Breathing but
With your nose
I don't really need
Anything else
Anything else
But you

You have been waiting
For my real birth
Then you looked at yourself
In me, child
And over my unconsciousness
You lived once more
With my skin, with my flesh
My
Flesh

Is it mine or is it yours
Stay with me
I'm yours
Now I want to try
Something else
I want to love
You



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Writer(s): Op
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