I know you wish that we could come together,
Be a family, love each other like mothers and brothers should.
I know you wish that Al and I would start to get along,
I know you’ve come so far and that you’ve lived so long,
And now it feels like it’s all gone wrong.
I know you want the four of us to be close,
I know you wish we’d pull back from each others’ throats.
I know you think that the answer is talking,
I know you’re sick and tired of us walking away,
When you feel there’s so much to say.
But, mother, can’t you see,
This is killing what’s left of our family?
Time should heal all wounds,
But if you never cease to move,
They stay open,
Torn wide open.
I know you think the answer is sitting down,
And choking back hate as we try to talk it out,
But that’s not how it works.
Before it’s gonna work,
We have to move past the hurt.
It will take time to move past the hurt.