When I grab me by the hand, you hesitate
With a subtle inclination to tell a man straight
Your sister was a savior and your mother is a saint
Sometimes a woman is the sum of all the things her father ain´t

And men are just the sum of all the things their mothers did
They´ll spend their lives searchin´ for the love they had as kids
My vices ain´t in place to replace a loving home
You can´t expect to harvest where the field´s half-grown

You can´t choose your blood
But you can choose to change the chains that chained you down
When you was just a child
And forgiveness ain´t an easy road to go
But I know that it´s a road worth headin´ down

When I see myself, I see your eyes
Reflections nowadays are a calm surprise
If the older I get, the more I become

All the things I swore I´d always run from
But I´ll raise myself a family and right the wrong
Of some imperfect people who were only half-grown

´Cause you can´t choose your blood
But you can choose to change the chains that chained you down
When you was just a child
And forgiveness ain´t an easy road to go
But I know that it´s a road worth going down

When I grab me by the hand, you hesitate
With a subtle inclination to tell a man straight
Your sister was a savior and your mother is a saint
Sometimes a woman is the sum of all the things her father ain´t