Lyrics

Waiting room small and crowded with chairs
She?s staring down at the blank questionnaire
The cash in her pocket, she needs it
To silence her panic and buy her her freedom

Chorus: In the back of her mind, a still voice has reasoned
That the price of our lives is too high to be measured
But she pushes it back
And her fear keeps her going
It?s you or it?s me

Daddy?s gone, no hope for a family
Who?d want to grow up this way?
Still she wishes he?s hold her
Tell her ?I love you
Darling, I am here to stay?

Bridge: There was another one defined by his choice
Yet no guilt was his own
Father take this cup