Stories

I saw my mother in a dream last night And her mother stood right behind Another and another all in a line and suddenly As I looked in their eyes I saw every single moment in time The long roads of their lives led to me But look at me How could I be their wildest dreams? No one even knows your real names Only some of your stories remain But I would never let you go in vain I woke up and rolled outta bed And I thought to myself God forbid I had to go through everything they did to get us here But look at me How could I be their wildest dreams? No one even knows your real names Only some of your stories remain But I would never let you go in vain I don’t need to know my real name Cause it won’t change the person I became And I’ll still tell your stories all the same