Like my old man, I'm a son of the earth.
When my mother calls like the song of a bird,
I'm the first to harmonize.
Cnd I'm the first to realize, I could've never been born.
Cnd now by some small chance, In the palm of her hands,
I've risen through the storm.
Forgive my innocence, of what I've said and done.
It may just be where I come from,
That taught me how to live as one.
Or am I just too young and dumb? I don't know.
Like my old man, I will remember my roots.
I will continue to grow on the land that I sow,
Cmong the flowers and trees.
Floating along the gentle breeze,
I hold my hands up to my ear,
Cnd fight through every fear I may face.
She's helping me win every race.
Forgive my innocence, of what I've said and done.
It may just be where I come from,
That taught me how to live as one.
Or am I just too young and dumb? I don't know.
Forgive my innocence, of what I've said and done.
It may just be where I come from,
That taught me how to live as one.
Or am I just too young and dumb? I don't know.
I don't know.
I don't know.
I don't know.