Today when I woke up
There were many sensations surrounding me
I dreamed of my late father
And his troubled face
And I cannot remember
Of the times I've spent with him
A sense of forgiveness
And I don't understand
Why did the doctors
Tell my own mother
That my mind had blocked
What happened between us
She told me that he was
Scared of my visions
He thought I was not myself
Crimson blots
And pain in the flesh
Sorrow in his face
I see a man
Working for a company, in agony
I see a locked man
Fading behind his own mask
Why does he hurt his own child with his hands?
He couldn't live with the regret
The man went with his car to a dark room
Its engines on until his curse was gone
My own gift, my own curse
All these visions made me lose my dad
Feelings of a sore that can't be healed
Is this my cross?
My own gift, my own curse
All these visions made me lose my dad
Oh, when I dreamed about
I could see the truth about the others' truth
I see a mother trapped in a bed
Building walls instead of bridges
I see a deviant mind dancing, falling
Crumbling down the walls between DOs and DON'Ts
(Now I remember my father singing)
"To hold my son
In arms that can reveal
A love I've never felt
To really want to be
Someone who
Can face life with clean hands
With my head held upward"