Letra da Música And Their Consequence de Being As An Ocean

We are not born with hate! it's learned and observed
As we grind out our days. handed down
From those held close
The ones we are supposed to trust the most
Sins of the father, continued legacy or learned lesson?
No, this must go no further

Scripts handed down to those held close
They'll be the ones to pay for the path we chose
That angelic child, a perfect prayer in heart

"let no bad happen. let no bad happen. "

She ran out of her room, tiny soft white womb
"daddy, please stop hurting mommy
It scared me so bad when I saw her in that hospital bed
Please, daddy, I'm getting scared again
Say: 'I love you. I'm sorry. let's just go to bed. '"

(we are not born with hate! it's learned
And observed as we grind out our days
The coldness of man looked down on innocence
Hate blinding his compassion, turned his rage on his child
Left lifeless among the presents. father-given
Son-received. red flows down the family tree

We can break the legacy of rage
The same evil that lay innocence to waste
Love and forgiveness can break the chains
We must not pass down our father's sin
Before they have begun to live, mar our children
Our sons must not inherit our shame! be the one
To turn the page. I beg you