Roots Lyrics

1960s Ohio, in the age of the rising and falling of boundaries.
A sin, a cut above, treason is turning your back on the family.
I love, I hate, don't worry, don't wait.
This allowed, lack of conscience,
30 long years of unending silence.

Still running strong, one man in the saga, in the present day.
The ultimate task, to have love for the one who pushed you away.
You're white, hes black. Pack your shit! Don't come back?.
They passed the test I'm not sorry that they took your breath.

And I'll break away, from the burned out old bridges remaining today.
And I wont accept the family tradition of turning your back.

I'll fly away.