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