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Sara Bareilles

I am one day older than my father was
than he ever got to be
I was 10 years old when I grew up
cause he died at 53
I stared across the great divide
at my mother who was left
The dinner table stretched oceans wide
like the hollow in our chests
I never asked hard questions
I thought they d cause more pain
I hadn t yet learned life s holiest lesson:
That what is broken cannot heal
Until it s known and loved by name

So tell me your story, I ll tell you mine
You don t need to worry, everything s already alright
You ll be the universe, nothing to hide
Anywhere you ever need to go
I can carry us home

I was taught to bury with the dead
the presence of my grief
I see it now, but didn t then
that silence is a thief
It made strangers out of friends
Rocked me saving graces offered
in unlikely places

I thought I could outrun it in the end
When a shattered heart is desperate
the only respite is to let somebody in

Tell me your story, I ll tell you mine
You don t need to worry, everything s already alright
You ll be the universe, nothing to hide
Anywhere you ever need to go
I can carry us home
I can carry us home
I can carry us home

When I speak his name
my voice gives out
Even after all these years
But I want my son to know me now
So my son will see my tears
My son will see my tears