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.