I see misled in my father's eyes.
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I see my strengths and my weaknesses.
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As children safe in our mothers' arms, but
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photos can be misleading.
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Out on the branches of our family trees.
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That's where the young ones are dwindling.
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So will we learn? Fought together into the night.
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Can we help this home to survive? We need the
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strength of our families' arms. Not a false
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sense of solidarity. Walk together and we
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could work this out. Talk together and we
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could understand. We need the strength
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of our families' arms.
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I wish I knew where to go from here.
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I see the sadness in all their eyes.
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I understand why this burdens them.
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It's written on my grandfather's
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arms. Indian ink tells a story there.
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Out on the branches of our family trees.
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That's where the young ones are suffering.
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We weren't meant to take this on. But this
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can't be here when we are gone. Given
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all we have now is to make the time that
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we have left last forever.
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All that we have left is to make this time last forever.
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Then we'll have learned.
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Look into your son and forget what you've seen.
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Protect what you love, and say what you mean,
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before you send a sinking ship into the
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sea. I wish I knew when we started this.
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This Sinking Ship
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| Smoke Or Fire |
