Lyrics to another song I wrote

Again, the pattern is copied from another song, but the idea is that the music would be different.

They say we are made of our memories

That they are our roots ensnaring stories

But now yours have fell as you came to age

And you have no words, and I don’t know what to say

Tell me of them, and now

Your and my mom’s vow

The scar on your eyebrow

How grandma used to bake

And swimming in the lake

I can still get to know you

Dear dad, tell me what you can and I’ll

Try to understand you've done your best

The best you know how to.

But who will I become?

And who are you

Undone

I know you’re there

So help me find my way to you

What do I ask?

To unlock your mind’s dark chains?

Tell me of them, and now

When you saw my eyes

Your Halloween disguise

How grandma used to bake

And swimming in the lake

I can still get to know you

Dear dad, tell me what you can and I’ll

Try to understand you've done your best

The best you know how to.

But who will I become?

And who are you

Undone

Dear dad, I’ll tell you what I can and

Try to understand I've done my best

The best I know how to.

But who will you become?

And who am I

Undone

(Prompt by me)

"Modern Languages @ FLCC - Costa Rica 2012" by the LEAF Project

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