The window of opportunity closed,
Our elders, they scratch at the glass.
For we remind them of everything that they missed
On the other side of that impermeable pane.

The emptiness left by those before
Cannot be filled by those that come.
And the pain of the longing for love unfelt
Is compounded by fear,
The fear that I might pass it on.

This legacy of pain and fear
Was passed down to me and
It will stop here,
But only by miraculous Grace.

Cause I'm still not clear,
I have yet to be free of the fear.

I'm sorry baby, I wish I hadn't yelled.
I got so angry, but I'm tryin' not to yell.
It's just that sometimes I'm afraid I'm not good enough,
I'm afraid you won't get what you need from me.

Here I sit, my own window closed.
My childhood passed, I've a child of my own.
And I wonder how I'll ever keep
The promise I made to myself
To not pass it on.

This legacy of pain and fear
Was passed down to me and
It will stop here,
But only by miraculous Grace.

Cause for all of my smarts,
deep in my heart,
I have yet to be free of the fear.

I'm sorry baby, I wish I hadn't yelled.
I got so angry, but I'm tryin' not to yell.
It's just that sometimes I'm afraid I'm not good enough,
I'm afraid you won't get what you need from me.

This legacy of pain and fear
Was passed down to me and
It will stop here.
But only by miraculous Grace.

And so I pray, I pray,
I pray for grace everyday.

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