In the Living Years<\/a><\/p>\nEvery generation
\nBlames the one before
\nAnd all of their frustrations
\nCome beating on your door<\/p>\n
I know that I’m a prisoner
\nTo all my Father held so dear
\nI know that I’m a hostage
\nTo all his hopes and fears
\nI just wish I could have told him in the living years<\/p>\n
Crumpled bits of paper
\nFilled with imperfect thought
\nStilted conversations
\nI’m afraid that’s all we’ve got<\/p>\n
You say you just don’t see it
\nHe says it’s perfect sense
\nYou just can’t get agreement
\nIn this present tense
\nWe all talk a different language
\nTalking in defence<\/p>\n
Say it loud, say it clear
\nYou can listen as well as you hear
\nIt’s too late when we die
\nTo admit we don’t see eye to eye<\/p>\n
So we open up a quarrel
\nBetween the present and the past
\nWe only sacrifice the future
\nIt’s the bitterness that lasts<\/p>\n
So Don’t yield to the fortunes
\nYou sometimes see as fate
\nIt may have a new perspective
\nOn a different day
\nAnd if you don’t give up, and don’t give in
\nYou may just be O.K.<\/p>\n
Say it loud, say it clear
\nYou can listen as well as you hear
\nIt’s too late when we die
\nTo admit we don’t see eye to eye<\/p>\n
I wasn’t there that morning
\nWhen my Father passed away
\nI didn’t get to tell him
\nAll the things I had to say<\/p>\n
I think I caught his spirit
\nLater that same year
\nI’m sure I heard his echo
\nIn my baby’s new born tears
\nI just wish I could have told him in the living years<\/p>\n
Say it loud, say it clear
\nYou can listen as well as you hear
\nIt’s too late when we die
\nTo admit we don’t see eye to eye<\/p>\n
If today brings even one choice your way<\/p>\n
choose to be a bringer of the light :^) gene<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
My dad’s been on my mind lately.\u00a0 It’ll be 26 years this summer since he passed, I’m just two years younger now than he was that year.\u00a0 This afternoon this song began running through my mind, no idea why, though I have every idea why.\u00a0 It made me cry the first time I heard it […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[4],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-236","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-general"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.onepeople-oneworld.org\/WordPress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/236","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.onepeople-oneworld.org\/WordPress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.onepeople-oneworld.org\/WordPress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.onepeople-oneworld.org\/WordPress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.onepeople-oneworld.org\/WordPress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=236"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.onepeople-oneworld.org\/WordPress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/236\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":237,"href":"https:\/\/www.onepeople-oneworld.org\/WordPress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/236\/revisions\/237"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.onepeople-oneworld.org\/WordPress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=236"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.onepeople-oneworld.org\/WordPress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=236"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.onepeople-oneworld.org\/WordPress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=236"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}