Behind his back, I know are past traumas. That shadows beneath his feet creeped in from holes Someone dug in. I’m well aware of the ghost That haunt his bones And I bet you must think, how can I blame him, After all he’s gone through. Well I wonder what he felt, As he held me tight;
Behind his back,
I know are past traumas.
That shadows beneath his feet
creeped in from holes
Someone dug in. 
I’m well aware of the ghost 
That haunt his bones
And I bet you must think, 
how can I blame him,
After all he’s gone through.

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Family heirloom

Behind his back, I know are past traumas. That shadows beneath his feet creeped in from holes Someone dug in. I’m well aware of the ghost That haunt his bones And I bet you must think, how can I blame him, After all he’s gone through. Well I wonder what he felt, As he held me tight;

As his hands dug into my shoulder blade Did he think This is how I heal, to let pain repeat. Or was he just scared to be alone, So he dragged me down. Did he give me hurt to understand Just how hands are felt And dealt.

Because I know now, just how much he had to carry; I carry it too. The guilt, the anger, the hate; His tragedy, our family heirloom. But I won’t hand it out, I’ll let it go.

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