The Heritage Tree
Scream, scream
It’s a buildup of a lot of things
The hurt from a friend’s lie
The emptiness of losing a loved one
The abandonment from a lover leaving
All things added up that cannot be put into words
It’s just an inaudible pressure that has built up and fights to be released
Scream, scream
It’s the compilation of life’s problems
The useless arguments that go unanswered
The burden of being alone in a relationship
The wanting of admiration but being annihilated by rejection
It’s just the burst of an emotional thunderstorm during a sunny day
Scream, scream
It’s the growth of frustration within the soul
The little things one cannot give to the kids during special days
The times the fridge is riding on empty
The day the lights were turned off
And payday is just a day away
Scream, scream
It’s the full blossoming of the pain of not being able to survive
It’s the blinding hurt of not being able to get ahead in life
It’s the stinging thoughts of not being capable to be the man I want to be
It’s the muffled strength of not being able to scream
It’s the fear of losing all the body’s testosterone if I would allow myself to scream
It’s the feeling of regaining control
When inhibitions are let go and it does escape
Then you can finally scream