Lyrics
I see my grandma's hands
I reflect on my grandmother's hands
while putting a face on in the morning
As she applies makeup in the morning
aim for her happy dance
Striving for the joyous dance she used to perform
where her eyes used to smile
Where her eyes, once smiling, tell a different story
I see my grandpa's strength
I observe my grandfather's resilience
while fighting a war, but cut the mourning
In the midst of war, but avoiding grief
a hero without a cape
A hero without a cape
never cried, but out of sight
Never shedding tears, but emotions hidden from view
memories pass on
Memories are transmitted
without words
Without the need for spoken words
but they still hurt
Yet, they carry a lingering pain
sooner or later
Eventually, the impact is felt
Am I just a copy
Questioning if I'm merely a duplicate
of everything you saw
Of everything witnessed by you
a friendly reminder
A gentle reminder
of all the shit gone wrong
Of all the things that went awry
well I try to heal now
Attempting to heal now
and finally let go
And finally releasing the past
I'll turn your pain to gold
Transforming your pain into something valuable
I see my parents fight
I witness my parents' struggles
fight for their love and leave the heart zone
Fighting for their love but exiting the comfort zone
a story in black and white
A tale portrayed in black and white
colorblind down the aisle
Colorblindness prevailing down the aisle
memories pass on
Memories persist
without words
Devoid of spoken language
but they still hurt
Yet, they inflict pain
sooner or later
Sooner or later, the impact surfaces
Am I just a copy
Am I a mere duplication
of everything you saw
Of all that you witnessed
a friendly reminder
A gentle reminder
of all the shit went wrong
Of everything that went astray
well I try to heal now
Attempting to heal now
and finally let go
And finally letting go
I'll turn your pain to gold
Converting your pain into something precious
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