Ancestors

The hand that writes
The words that I speak with
The way I walk The eyes that I see with
The thoughts I have
Are not all uniquely mine
The sky above
The streets that I walk through
And ancient man
Did he feell ike I do?
The wind that blows
Has been there along long time
Raise a glass to the stolen memories
Raise a glass to the empty life we lead
She said that ?I don?t know what happiness is for?
She said that ?I don?t know how I feel anymore"
The way I laugh
And certain things I do
The pain I feel
The changes I?ve been through
The blood inside
Has come from a long long line
As I went by
The burnt out remains and
The tired eyes
Of engines of trains
It was then I saw
The treasures in jars of clay
Rise above all the stolen memories
Rise above all the beauty that?s revealed
She said that ?I don?t know what happiness is for
She said that ?I don?t know how I feel anymore
She said that ?I don?t mind if you go out tonight"
She said that ?I don?t mind I trust you with my life?
In aspecy, gesture voice and voice?s tone
In my flesh, in my thoughts and in my soul
She said that ?I don?t know what happiness is for?
She said that ?I don?t know how I feel anymore"
She said that ?I don?t mind if you go out tonight"
She said that ?I don?t mind I trust you with my life?