I see myself in my father's eyesnI see my strengths and my weaknessesnAs children safe in our mothers' armsnBut photos can be misleadingnnOut on the branches of our family treesnThat's where the young ones are dwindlingnnSo will we learn?nFought together into the night.nCan we help this home to survive?nWe need the strength of our families armsnNot a false sense of solidaritynnWalk together and we could work this outnTalk together and we could understandnWe need the strength of our families' armsnI wish I knew where to go from herennI see the sadness in all their eyesnI understand why this burdens themnIt's written on my grandfather'snarmsnIndian ink tells a story therennOut on the branches of our family treesnThat's where the young ones are sufferingnnWe weren't meant to take this onnBut this can't be here when we are gonenGiven all we have now is to make the time nThat we have left last forevernAll that we have left is to make this time last forevernThen we'll have learnednnLook into your son and forget what you've seennProtect what you love and say what you meannBefore you send a sinking ship into thenseanGoddamn, I wish I knew when we started this