Where I’m From
I’m from my dad Doug Hunter, a man with a heavy heart
Whose words were as desperate as beggars cries
and as sharp as darts
I’m from his house of cards, that we’d shoot down with rubber bands
I’m from the depth of his sorrow, I’m from his artistic hands
You ask me where I’m from, I’m from the heart of God
You ask me why I’ve come, I’ve come to love
I’m from that bitter day, when I found out he was locked up in a cage
Cause he bowed down to darkness and became its slave, when he shot down a man in a fit of rage
I’m from heartbroken tears, I’m from walls of sham...