The Inheritance

November 16, 1973

The years fly by like the ever-passing breeze

And she still rises with the sun

She looks passed her own needs for those two boys she loves

Ten years, ten years is such a long time to find a way to say goodbye

In the attic of his mind are creaking floorboards and shattered glass

Dilapidating with time

Decaying, kept out of the light

Searching for something he knows that he can't find

(He can't find)

But he still, but he still tries

I can't help but remember the feeling of hoping that it would all get better

I guess it doesn't matter, his ghost still haunts me

So I guess I will just wait for what comes after

The house wrapped, in disrepair

Just like the ones living there

In the basement of his soul, there's water damage, memories stolen

The Flood became his home

Waterboarded walls, a broken foundation

No light, no life, no hope, no home

I can barely remember seeing a family that fought their wars together

And I guess I can't defend her, she said, God help us carry on

So, I picked up and I moved on as my fire, it dwindles down, and I'm burnt out

Does anyone hear me

Does anyone care?

My mind keeps spiraling downward, and my heart's in disrepair

November 16, 1973

The years have not been kind, and he's running out of time

And he fights

He fights, he fights his father's war, on his mind for his family

But they both chose the wrong door