My pen is capped
The cradle of my past is snapped
Rotting wood
Photographs painted black in the back of my mind
Misunderstood
And I've grown up with bad luck
A child is forced to choose
A noose or a neck tie
A hard place or rocks in the shoes
Keep walking
I know the bigger picture can be daunting
Regrets will haunt the lesser man,
when everything you want is out of hand
These palms have cradled tears, touched death, and felt fear
Ain't much left to look at, nothing to hold dear
My mother gave me an open mind
My father thick skin
My sister showed my compassion
My brother taught me sin
And these are the building blocks,
Stacked with nervous hands
These will be my memories when my bones turn to sand
Here I am sitting in a dark room,
Thumbing through these pictures of you
In the frozen moments I try hard to understand how you felt
I am reading maps inside your eyes
Colored images, I try to read your mind
In these boxes of photos I can see
A part of you has become a part of me
Before my structures fall,
One day I'll stand tall
Minus cracks in the walls
I've got eyes and ears and insides
I've got hands and I've got peace of mind
I'm made up of all these things
Part of you has become part of me
We folded up the boxes, in the late afternoon
The sun shone brightly through the windows,
As we thought of you
We folded up the boxes, in the late afternoon
The sun shone brightly through the windows,
As I thought of you

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