I don't own this song but it was written by: Maria Mena
I wrote a song, a journal, gave it to the world
Told the story of when I was just a girl
I sought understanding clarity and truth
But burying all the wounds inflicted on my youth
You criticized my choice to stand up to my past
But I felt brave and filled with pride as I let go
Of bitterness that wouldn't leave or let me go
But I would spend a lifetime trying to understand
Why someone sharing my bloodline
Would not lend me there hand
Am I supposed to apologize?x4
