We carry truths from childhood Thanks to them: we uncover lies and deceit Thanks to them: we offer thanks and make requests Thanks to them: we carry the gift of love within Thanks to them: our world was meant to be simple Thanks to them: we harbor many fears Thanks to them: the world was divided into good and bad But that world was never ours, but theirs! Days grow old, and the truths with them turn into records played to death. New days say they’ll somehow digest it chew it, swallow it or spit it out. Dear parents, no hard feelings A metacognitive shift Revealed new colors to my eyes Allowed words to live without shame And the notes of the old song no longer rang so clear From the old notes was born a new song, one that is yours, one that took over the reign la la la la la la took over the reign Pure notes, clear notes old notes, beautiful notes but the song —it is new it offers a chance to start again and this time, in my own way To veil the old To take my own steps Without certainty, without a safety net Perhaps the new song will be good Perhaps it will have flaws once again Perhaps it will be quiet, perhaps loud, but above all it will be my own la la la la la la it will be my own la la la la la la it will be my own.
