Tradition
By Ricky Thomas Cain
We grow up the way we are
The saying goes
Sins of the mother
Bloom in the children they bear
Do we have control
Or is it all predenstined
I want her
I crave her
I give my life to her
Yet she is me, and I am her
We were destined to be used
I want that to change
But does she
Does she feel what i feel
Please tell me my love
Lets make it together
Us vs them
