  " Every generation,  balms the one before,  and all there festerations come beating on your door,  I know im a prisoner to all my father has so dear I know that I am a hostage to all his hopes and fears. I jus wish I could have told him in the living years.
 ( Say it loud,  say it clear,  you can miss up as well as you hear,  its to late,  when we die,
 to omit that we don't see eye to eye)  So we open a Carl between the present and the past,  we only sacrifice the future its the bitterness that lasts. So you don't give to the furthers it might have a new perspective on a different day,  and if you don't give up and you don't give in you may jus turn out ok. So say it,
 say it loud,  say it clear,  you can miss up as well as you hear,  its to late,  when we die,  to omit that we don't see eye to eye)
 I wasn't there that morning,  when my father past away,  I didn't get to Tel him all the things I had to say,  I think I called his spirit later that same year,  I know I herd his echo in my babies new born tiers. I jus wish I could have told him in the living years.
 ( So say it,  say it loud,  say it clear,  you can miss up as well as you can hear,  its to late when we die,
 to omit that we don't see eye to eye)  I jus wish I could have told him in the living years. So say it loud,  say it clear,  you can miss up as well as you hear,  its to late when we die,
 to omit that we don't see eye to eye) So say it loud,  say it clear,  you can miss up as well as you hear,  its to late when we die,  to omit we don't see eye to eye)
