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Vocals by Lauren Braddock
Produced by Don Henry 
Music and Lyrics by Rhonda Pisanello

His bloodshot tired eyes had paled
I think his nose had grown some
Might not recognize me now
He only knew me young
Didn’t open his door too wide to me
Seemed smaller than he used to be
And I’d heard through the family vine
He drinks himself to sleep every night

I tried to speak but I was choked
Tears welling up in my throat
Saw his brows tense so I blurt out
Sorry sir must be the wrong house
His familiar gaze shot to mine
But just as fast a stranger’s eyes
Step back in and shut the door
Before I could say any more

All the years suddenly disappear I’m 17 again
My burning cheeks red
As the handprints he once left
Then the words come screaming back
Selfish stupid ungrateful brat
You’re just like your mother he always said
And I didn’t know then what he meant
When he called her ‘The Thing’ 
Funny how some words can
Keep rippling

I turn and glare at the shabby paint
On the old white fence I‘d come to hate
Kicked it in all those years ago
A busted spirit and a busted toe
That’s when I left that life behind
Now as I leave it comes to mind
Could take it out on the fence again
But it wouldn’t help now like it didn’t help then

As a kid I got mad but now it’s just exhausting 
How can he still have this fucking hold on me?
Hold on me

Then I remind myself why I’ve come
Not for him but me all grown up
Spin around take a deep breathe
March back up that crumbling path
With my head high and no shame
I knock again then I wait
And with true colours shining through
That face I knew comes into view
I stand and stare frozen in time
Till that little girl stops shaking inside
Then before I turn and walk away 
I finally find the words I came to say
Dad, I forgive you