i can't change where you're going
and you can't change where you've been
but your anger is not ammunition with which to fight
and it's killing her night after night.

i can't change how you raised her
and now she is out on her own
you can clip her wings and keep her at your doorstep
or watch her fly, and embrace her from home

when your eyes ignite and you find only words of spite
then the choice is most yours.
does she know just what you're thinking,
or only hear what you say?
hey hey hey.

i won't preach my ideas
for the reparations are yours and not mine
but your anger is not ammunition with which to fight
and you're running out of time

when your eyes ignite and you find only words of spite
then the choice is most yours.
does she know just what you're thinking,
or only hear what you say?
hey hey hey.

© 2008 - Lynn O'Brien