Let the record show that your actions have in fact crippled me.

As soon as I build myself back up, one of you tear me down.

Family? Isnt that supposed to be the support system here?

Yet I find myself more often than not biting my tongue looking for my chance

...a chance to run.

 

Let the record show that I used to spend hours idolizing both of you

The bible tells us to honor our parents. Honor among thieves?

Am I wrong for standing up when you force me into falling?

Too often it seems people judge me for having a different voice than my parents

Parents that destroy...

 

And on this record, I'd like to note the destruction.

In one wake there are three marriages and anything not helping the boat.

In the other stands two marriages and the relationships with her daughters.

And this is a process that has shaped me like water

Water that slowly wears away at the ground.

 

Let the record show, that even though you knock me down,

I will not stop this rebuilding.

Though water wears at the ground, I am the wind

I will shape the water and the ground.

And I will blow in the direction that I alone will choose.