Who Are You From?

When you look in the looking glass
Whose eyes are you looking at?
Could it be you can see through the eyes of somebody else?
What did they see all those years ago?
What did they see and how could they know
That all that they saw might be seen by somebody else?

Who are you from?
Whose race was already run before you?
What are the names running through your veins,
Running now for you?

When you look at your own two hands,
Can you look at them and understand
That there’s more than bruised knuckles and wrinkles to the work that you do?
Why did they leave? What did they hear?
Why did they stay? What were their fears?
And what do you find in the lines leading right here to you?

Who are you from?
Whose race was already run before you?
What are the names running through your veins,
Running now... ?

A golden wedding band
A letter written by hand
Listen while you can

When you look in the photographs
Whose lives are you looking at?
Could it be you can see through the life of somebody else?

Who are you from?
Whose race was already run before you?
What are the names running through your veins,
Running now for you?