Broken Roots

Empty chairs around a silent table

Promises made of dust and clay

I tried to hold the pieces steady

But they just slipped away

We share the blood but not the shelter

We share the name but not the home

Standing in a crowded hallway

Still completely on my own

(on my own)

No brother's hand to help me stand up

No mother's voice to clear the rain

I learned to build my own foundations

To carry all this weight

We share the blood but not the shelter

We share the name but not the home

Standing in a crowded hallway

Still completely on my own

(completely on my own)

I'll make my own family now (hmmnm)

I'll find my own home