I feel like I’ve been given a hard path
Maybe my siblings do too
We spent 18 years learning how our family line survives
Then we met the world
And sometimes that world
Is so very, very different
And we do what they did
And it doesn’t work
Forced to make our own way
On the things that really matter
Love, money, work
Full of doubt
Fighting demons
No support
And we stomp
And we cling
And we stomp
And we let go
And we stomp
And we cry
And we stomp
On the shoulders of our ancestors
As we push their ignorance and mistakes
Into their graves
So that we have a chance to survive