The Impression

Backhand to a child
the impression never leaves
the same hand calls the nightly prayer
they gather on their knees and say,
"God, keep us strong"
hasn't lost her first tooth
but with the things she's been through
I think we'd better let her
I guess that's what you get
for not being born with
your legs tied together
("oh God, keep us strong,
keep us strong")
the telephone rings
it's brother calling sister
she's 26, he's 29
he says,
"I guess I never really knew
that like me,
you thought about it
all the time"
"when did I become so angry?
have i been this way since birth?"
it makes me sad yet glad to say
I think it happened on the day
you've decided you've got worth
("oh God, keep us strong,
keep us strong")
but then sometimes look at me
I think i'm getting on with my life
but then sometimes look at me
I think i'm getting tired of my life, my life
("keep us strong...")