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Todo ha cambiado

William Fitzsimmons

Everything Has Changed

Today I saw my father standing in the graveyard
Looking very somber looking for his mom
When he finally found her he said that it was different
Everything is different nothing's really changed

My brother would remember sitting in the hallway
Waiting for my father both of us were scared
When the doorknob turned we took off for the stairway
Looking for some cover trying to get away

A guide dog had to serve the role that you would not let
The mother of your children every really play
The office was a dungeon where you hid your fears of
What would really happen if no one ever came

I wonder if you blamed yourself for when she left you
By closing up the garage door and turning on the car
Your father must have lost it your sister couldn't help you
But dad if you were lonely you had no where to turn

Of father can't you see the pieces that have fallen on the ground
When you and mom decided nothing could be saved inside this house

Everything has changed
Everything has changed

Last night I had a dream that I was in the graveyard
Looking at my father buried in the ground
I'd swear that I could hear him tell me he was sorry
He told me he was sorry and everything has changed

Todo ha cambiado

Hoy vi a mi padre parado en el cementerio
Muy sombrío buscando a su mamá
Cuando finalmente la encontró, dijo que era diferente
Todo es diferente, nada realmente ha cambiado

Mi hermano recordaría sentado en el pasillo
Esperando a mi padre, ambos estábamos asustados
Cuando la perilla se giró, salimos corriendo hacia la escalera
Buscando refugio, tratando de escapar

Un perro guía tuvo que cumplir el papel que tú no permitirías
La madre de tus hijos nunca realmente jugó
La oficina era un calabozo donde escondías tus miedos de
Lo que realmente pasaría si nadie nunca viniera

Me pregunto si te culpaste a ti mismo cuando ella te dejó
Cerrando la puerta del garaje y encendiendo el auto
Tu padre debe haber perdido la cabeza, tu hermana no pudo ayudarte
Pero papá, si estabas solo, no tenías a dónde recurrir

Oh padre, ¿no puedes ver las piezas que han caído al suelo?
Cuando tú y mamá decidieron que nada podía ser salvado dentro de esta casa

Todo ha cambiado
Todo ha cambiado

Anoche tuve un sueño en el que estaba en el cementerio
Mirando a mi padre enterrado en el suelo
Juraría que podía escucharlo decirme que lo sentía
Me dijo que lo sentía y todo ha cambiado

Escrita por: William Fitzsimmons