Half Grown

When I grab you by the hand, you hesitate

With the subtle inclination to tell a man straight

Your sister was a savior and your mother is a saint

Sometimes a woman is the sum of all the things her father ain't

And men are just the sum of all the things their mothers did

They'll spend their lives searching for the love they had as kids

My vices ain't a place to replace a loving home

You can't expect a harvest where the field's half grown

You can't chose your blood

But you can choose to change the chains

That chain you down when you was just a child

And forgiveness ain't an easy road to go

But I know that it's a road worth heading down

When I see myself, I see your eyes

Reflections nowadays are a calm surprise

The older I get, the more I become

All the things I swore I'd always run from

But I'll raise myself a family and right the wrong

Of some imperfect people who were only half grown

'Cause you can't chose your blood

But you can choose to change the chains

That chain you down when you was just a child

And forgiveness ain't an easy road to go

But I know that it's a road worth going down

When I grab you by the hand, you hesitate

With the subtle inclination to tell a man straight

Your sister was a savior and your mother is a saint

Sometimes a woman is the sum of all the things her father ain't