Our Fathers

Throwing stones

from the edge

Did I make you feel, damaged?

A photograph

not a portrait lies

So make your call, or I'll make mine.

In the storm we called our fathers

In the storm we called our fathers

Squint your eyes

until you can see,

what's hidden or what's frightening.

If it's the cold you want,

then bundle up

If it's love you need,

then trust your gut.

In the storm we told our fathers

In the storm we told our fathers

We drove on...

Shadowing, these white lines

Does it take us far

or does it lead us blind?

In the storm we called our fathers

In the storm we called our fathers

We drove on...