My life’s great mystery

(Verse 1)I can remember back to one and a halfThrough the smoke of a kitchen and a stranger’s laughMama left a good man working in the sunPacked up the house and she started to runAt four years old they told a terrible lieSaid the law was coming for a wicked child’s cryI kicked and I screamed from the man at the doorNever knew it was my daddy I was running from.(Verse 2)Seven years old on a dark Friday nightBeauty and the Beast under VHS lightFoster care gave us a place we could sleepBut the roots of a family run tangled and deepWe got adopted and the world flipped aroundLike nothing we did could be safe or be soundOne by one, my brothers and sisters packed up to leaveLeaving me with the three little ones pulling my sleeve.(Chorus)Nine hundred and fifty sentences written in inkStaring at the corner with too much time to thinkBitter taste of soap, crying when they shoutLearning how to lock all the emotions outThey judge me so harsh I start to do it myselfBut I’m holding the line for everybody else.(Verse 3)The years brought back the shadows of an old man’s sinThe things I forgot just to let life beginBut a drop in a tube and a test in the mailBlew the dust off a twenty-year trailA face on a screen on a Saturday morningNo more hiding, no more warningHe said, "Baby, I looked for you every single night"And we met on a Friday under God’s blue light.(Chorus)Nine hundred and fifty sentences written in inkStaring at the corner with too much time to thinkBitter taste of soap, crying when they shoutLearning how to lock all the emotions outThey judge me so harsh I start to do it myselfBut I’m holding the line for everybody else.(Bridge)I’m still quiet sometimes, I still get afraidOf the heavy-handed choices that other folks madeBut I don't cast stones and I don't pass blameBecause I know the burns of a family shameYeah, the sadness is real, but the gratitude’s deepFor the promises that a real daddy can keep.(Outro)I ain't leaving this house till I get my own keysTill my siblings are safe and I’m up on my feetNo more standing in the corner.No more writing lines.Just a highway ahead, and a father of mine.Yeah, a father of mine.

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