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I was born with my hand in a fist |
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And my eyes shut tight |
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Any wonder that |
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I cannot resist |
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Punchin' blindly in a fight |
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The first time |
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I saw swans flyin' to the sun |
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I wanted to be one |
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Like every mother's son |
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When I saw my life had begun |
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I wanted to be someone |
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Like my brother and my one and only father |
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And like every mother's son |
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I was raised within a cause |
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With a purpose to fulfill |
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I was taught to defend what was mine |
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And instructed not to kill |
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My small mortal eyes can see eternity |
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In the clouds that dissolve and then regroup endlessly |
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Like every mother's son |
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When a man showed me how to use a gun |
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I wished I'd never need one |
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Like my brother and my one and only father |
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And like every mother's son |
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Everything in domesticity |
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Assumes it's role better than me |
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I'm a displaced person whose culture let me down |
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I raise my own daughters in a pornographic town |
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Like every mother's son |
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I've lost some and some |
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I've won Now |
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I'm waiting for a new dawn |
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Like my brother and my one and only father |
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And like every mother's son |
