Trauma, generational trauma
killed all of my family, I am just
a foreigner in this land of healing
please be gentle with me

I haven't let anyone in until I met you
told fragments of my life
you listened carefully, a slow
tear on the corner of your eyes
and a warm embrace

Trauma , generational trauma
took away my family, I am a foreigner
in this land of healing
please have patience with me

I told you about my fears
terrified you would probably
leave me, tried to control the
outcome, hold on to your embrace
but gone were you predictably

I had so many others side to show
but you had too little time

Trauma, generational trauma
killed all of my family, I am a foreigner
in the land of healing, yet I have learned
the language and the cycle ends with me

I haven't let anyone in until I met you
told fragments of my life
you listened carefully, a slow
tear on the corner of your eye
and a warm embrace

Gone were you, wanted not to know more
of me, wished me good luck, and hoped
I would find what I was looking for, with
a thank you I sat there and stared at my wound

The trauma, the generational trauma
that killed my family, was out to get me
so I stared at my wound, I stared at it
for a while, and decided it ends
with me, it must end with me.