It's one of a thousand memories Something I strain to recall A silly tale no beginning or end Hardly worth telling at all But you listen as it separates us you and me Filling the past that has been erased By your merciful memory So I will tell you stories That you can call your own Fill you up where all this time you've been Alone And I will tell you stories And I will call you brother And maybe you will find your way home I can see straight through Your practiced persona And I know that you want me to Do you think if you let me in You can become something new I see you searching for family and religion When all you have to hold on to Is the silent hope you keep well hidden...