All through a life And through the lives that came before The ties that bind to blind Of those that came before I'm looking back And in looking back I hope to get beyond And start to mend all those days That they left undone But in my veins a trace remains And to want in the face of need Well it just seems so obscene But that's all that's left And that's all they've left to leave And then they point to themselves and say, "I look like you." And it hurts to hear and so it must be true But in my veins a trace remains But I think it's going to be alright I think it's going to be o.k. I think of those days that came before And together we will mark these days