I'M OK

Once up (Bm)on a time,

there was a (F#7sus)girl.

In her (Bm)ear ly years,

she had to (F#7sus)learn

how to (Bm)grow up liv ing in a (Gmaj7)war that she called (F#7sus)home;

nev er (Bm)knew just where to turn for shel ter from the storm.

It hurt me to see the pain

a cross my moth er’s face

ev ’ry time my fa ther’s fist would put her in her place.

Hear ing all the yell ing, I would (Bm)cry up in my room,

hop ing it would be o ver (F#)soon.

Bruis es fade, fa ther, but the (D)pain re mains the same,

and I still re mem ber how you (D)kept me so a fraid.

Strength is my moth er for all the (D)love she gave.

And ev ’ry (A)morn ing that I wake,

I look (Em)back at yes ter day,

and I’m O (Bm)K.

I of ten (Bm)won der why

I car ry all this (F#7sus)guilt,

when it’s (Bm)you that helped me put up all these (F#7sus)walls I built.

Shad ows stir at night through a (Bm)crack in the door,

the ech o of a bro ken child scream ing, “Please, no more.”

Dad dy, don’t you un der stand the (Bm)dam age you have done?

For you it’s just a mem o ry, but for (F#)me, it still lives on.

(Em)back at yes ter day...

It’s not so eas y to for get

all the marks you left

a long her neck;

when I was thrown a gainst cold stairs;

and ev ’ry day, a fraid to (Am)come home, in fear of

what I might (F#)see

next.

Bruis es fade, fa ther, but the (D)pain re mains the same,

and I still re mem ber how you (D)kept me so a fraid.

Strength is my moth er for all the (D)love she gave.

And ev ’ry (A)morn ing that I wake,

I look (Em)back at yes ter day,

and I’m O (Bm)K.

Mm,

I’m O (Bm)K.