Half Grown

When I grab you by the hand, you hesitate With the subtle inclination to tell a man straight Your sister was a savior and your mother is a saint Sometimes a woman is the sum of all the things her father ain't And men are just the sum of all the things their mothers did They'll spend their lives searching for the love they had as kids My vices ain't a place to replace a loving home You can't expect a harvest where the field's half grown You can't chose your blood But you can choose to change the chains That chain you down when you was just a child And forgiveness ain't an easy road to go But I know that it's a road worth heading down When I see myself, I see your eyes Reflections nowadays are a calm surprise The older I get, the more I become All the things I swore I'd always run from But I'll raise myself a family and right the wrong Of some imperfect people who were only half grown 'Cause you can't chose your blood But you can choose to change the chains That chain you down when you was just a child And forgiveness ain't an easy road to go But I know that it's a road worth going down When I grab you by the hand, you hesitate With the subtle inclination to tell a man straight Your sister was a savior and your mother is a saint Sometimes a woman is the sum of all the things her father ain't --- Half Grown - Zach Bryan