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

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