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I was four when I learned to be quiet

Learned to read the air before it turned

His hands were heavy, his voice was thunder

I became small enough to disappear

By the time I was seven, I was thirty

Making breakfast, locking doors at night

I raised myself in that crooked house

Became the father I was searching for

So I held that little boy inside me

Told him it's alright, you're safe now

I became the arms he needed

The voice that says you're worth something

Now I see him in my son's eyes

That same fear, that same need to run

CPS took him three months back

But I'm still fighting to bring him home

I won't be the storm my father was

I won't teach him how to vanish

I'll show him how a man can be soft

How a father stays when it gets hard

So I'll hold that little boy before me

Tell him it's alright, I'm here now

I'll become the arms he needs

The voice that says you're everything

The cycle breaks here

On this worn kitchen floor

Where I'm learning to be gentle

With the child I was, the man I am

The father I'm becoming

I held that little boy inside me

Now I'll hold the one in front of me

I'll be the arms we needed

The voice that says we're home

We're finally home