| Mother hold me. |
| I think I need to cry
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| Father help me. |
| I have to get things right
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| Sorry son, sorry honey. |
| Ain’t got time to worry
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| Was afraid of these answers. |
| I fell into a stare
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| Today I’m standing at the house where I grew up
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| Mother’s dead. |
| Father too
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| The fear is still here
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| And I look up the tree in front of me
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| Watching the treehouse father built for me
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| I’m climbing in
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| The fear just flies away
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| All my senses obey
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| Lovely creatures guide my way
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| They teach me how to cry
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| How to get all things right
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| How you learn to love the night
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| I wonder how it comes. |
| Is this my second chance
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| Tell me am I dreaming or lost inside time
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| I pass the parts of life. |
| It really cuts me like knife
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| I see my life in ruins. |
| The world around me turms
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| Surrounded by angels I reach a special point
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| Above me my parents I look at with delight
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| Suddenly I see so clear
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| Hate just turns to understanding
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| Sweat on my skin as I awake from my dream
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| Throught the dust I see the treehouse
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| And memories are coming back again
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| Now I stand here at their grave. |
| I’m crying
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| I’ve learned to forgive and to love
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| I’m watching sunset’s beautiful horizon
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| The evil’s lost the good has won tonight
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| Seasons change and tides have turned
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| No one can deny his own changes
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| When I’m down I know a place
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| To wash away the sins I’ve perpetrated
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| I’ve learned to forgive and to love |