Make Way

Pamela Means

I'm pullin' knots out of my head
Strands of DNA
I am finding a name and all that
Has remained within the recess of my brain
I'm tall as a whisper
A blowing seed
I need forgiveness and eyes that see
That I'm sandpaper underneath the layers
Of this scaly shedding see-through skin
I am not confident of change
You know, I never am
But that doesn't mean, doesn't mean, doesn't mean
That I can't, I can
I tried my very best
To muffle those monumental screams
That never had a moment, never had a voice
To be heard
To be seen
To be released
And make way for the healing
Make way
We chose different things still we chose each other
I know I am not a child and you are not my mother
But I'm still lookin', still lookin', still lookin'
Make way, make way