All through a life

And through the lives that came before

The ties that bind to blind 

Of those that came before

I'm looking back 

And in looking back I hope to get beyond

And start to mend all those days 

That they left undone



But in my veins a trace remains



And to want in the face of need 

Well it just seems so obscene

But that's all thats left

And that's all they've left to leave

And then they point to themselves and say,

"I look like you."

And it hurts to hear and so it must be true



But in my veins a trace remains



But I think it's going to be alright

I think it's going to be o.k.

I think of those days that came before

And together we will mark these days