Mother, hold your breath,
'Cause I will never be
Any of the things
That you have planned for me.
Mother, hold your tears,
'Cause I am happy now.
My free and independent spirit
Curses me somehow, but I say:
You're not the only one
Who lives and breathes this pain.
Don't be the holy one,
'Cause if he comes again,
You're not the only one,
And god don't hold a grudge.
Father, hold your fist,
'Cause I will never be
An image of yourself.
No perfect family.
Father, it's too late
To make a man of me.
I love against the gods,
But I don't scare too easily, and I say:
You're not the only one
Who lives and breathes this pain.
Don't be the holy one,
'Cause if he comes again,
You're not the only one.
State your number and your cause.
Your black skin or your menopause.
Your cancer, your identity.
You're not so different to me.
You're not the only one.
State your number and your cause.
Don't be the holy one.
Your black skin or your menopause.
You're not the only one.
Your cancer, your identity.
Don't be the holy one.
You're not so different to me.

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Writer(s): GEORGE O'DOWD, JOHN THEMIS