My mother had a brother, over-sensitive and kind.
Seems the empty spaces tortured him till he took his own life.
I can't imagine her joy and pain in equal measure.
Tears in the dirt, all over her newborn treasure.
I guess he couldn't wait for the things that I'd seen.
Guess he wasn't strong enough, he never dared to dream a life like mine.
Mama, will you tell me?
Tell him from your boy, the times they changed.
I guess the world was getting warmer, and we got stronger.
Mother, will you tell him about your boy?
I live each day for him.
Your son came.
And I'm just breathing in.
My mother had a brother, same desire, different time.
Seems it all became much too much for him.
I guess the empty spaces tortured him till he took his own life.
I don't know why I waited so long for love.
I just don't know what I was thinking of, all that wasted time.
And I swear now that freedom is here, I'm gonna taste it all for you all.
I'm bad to the bone, I'm just a little torn, making so much love.
And those of us who have nothing to fear, we better make damn sure that he won't die.


But I was a prisoner, but he saved me, came into my dream, said who cares.
I was imprisoned, so betray me, I'm glad to be home.
And I don't believe they care.
They don't care!

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