Perhaps we'll never understand each other.
Loving doesn't mean that we agree.
But there are things I know I'll never see.
I'm sure your heart knows what I don't yet know:
The pain of loving a reluctant daughter ;
The anger, coming fast and building slow,
Of being helpless to control someone.
You want only that I grow up right,
I have to learn to wield my inner light,
And if I follow yours, well, then I won't.
I'm sorry for the anger in the air;
when we fight,but in the end,
deep down I know it will be alright
cause you are me and I am you