Fueled

Just because I don’t speak your language Don't mean I can’t feel your pain And maybe I can’t understand your signals But I understand the tears rolling off your cheeks I understand the pressure of trying to be someone you’re not I understand the pain of murder to ones you love Because I, too, have undergone that torture I, too, have dealt with the afterthoughts Like you, my words are fueled by anger But unlike you, I know who to direct my anger to Just because they didn’t speak your language Didn't mean they couldn’t feel any pain And obviously they couldn’t understand your signal When you sent that call for the end When you ended their innocent lives I saw the blood stained on the carpet I saw the scratches etched into the wall I saw the bullets in my mother’s body I saw the hole in my father's head Like you, my words are fueled by anger But unlike you, I know who to direct my anger to