Créditos
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Troy Breslow
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Aaron Michael Troy Breslow-Hacke
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Troy Breslow
Producer
Letra
I am a brand new kind of father
One that I have never seen before
I’ve been raising a boy without his mother
Lucky for him I’ve been on my own before
Well I spent nine months at a foster home in Hickory
We come back home and nothing had really changed
It was through all that that my sister and I learned hatred
Not just for each other but our fellow man the same
But I still believe
That there is another world waiting there for me
Yes I still believe
In everything I am and want to be
Well my mother she didn't have much to say about no one
‘Less it was something wrong that she saw from misguided eyes
I learned how to be a good man from my father
And a few other people who were happy to get me by
Well my father he’s made mistakes, hell I’ve made plenty
And I hope my child can learn from the two of us
My grandmother she was an angel and I still miss her
I think I saw her once on the street waiting for the bus
And I still believe
That there is another world waiting there for me
Yes I still believe
In everything I am and want to be
It was in a baptist day care I found Jesus
And I brought him home and my mother lost her mind
I said they told me I was going to hell for being Jewish
Because I didn’t believe in the gospel of Jesus Christ
But I still believe
That there is an angel watching over me
Yes I still believe
In everything I am and want to be
Written by: Aaron Michael Troy Breslow-Hacke

