Verse 1

I bleed poems off these palms

On this land, there’s a cost

Another day, another loss

Found a ticking clock in his heart

We’re distraught

Why would God make these odds?

Another day, another loss

Chorus

I’m asking God — can He see?

The pain from my mother’s cheeks

The stains from my father’s feet?

I’m asking God — can He see?

The pain from my mother’s cheeks

The stains from my father’s feet?

Outro

Flying all across the globe

Carrying all these archives with no destination of home

Scared of the mirror, ticking clock, the mask I’ve outgrown

Generations from the sideline watching how this little boy done grown

Forgive me

Forgive me

Forgive me

Forgive me, Father