Calling My Father

Messy, stressing the morning

I gotta keep up with life

Got no regrets

I count my blessings

But I’m still getting no sleep at night

Getting out of the house I heard an eagle

In the top of a tree

I had to listen

I got a feeling it was saying something to me

I’m calling my father

Telling him all the things

The hidden bangs and the crashes

On the way to my dreams

Although I’m a mother

I could need some advice

A little pat on the shoulder

For that long bumpy ride

Always going going going forward and no one is stopping me

I keep on running, running from my failures, my doubts and miseries

Everything is as it should

But when, then, will there be light?

I feel like I dreaming of symphonies

But I keep writing lullabies

I’m calling my father

Telling him all the things

The hidden bangs and the crashes

On the way to my dreams

Although I’m a mother

I could need some advice

A little pat on the shoulder

For that long bumpy ride

Getting out of the house I heard an eagle

In the top of a tree

I got a feeling it was saying something to me

I’m calling my father

Telling him all the things

The hidden bangs and the crashes

On the way to my dreams

Although I’m a mother

I could need some advice

A little pat on the shoulder

For that long bumpy ride

I’m calling my father

Telling him all the things

The hidden bangs and the crashes

On the way to my dreams

Although I’m a mother

I could need some advice

A little pat on the shoulder

For that long bumpy ride