Skeletons

I dug through historys pages, tales of long ago Found names I’d never heard before, places I didn’t know Some were kings with golden crowns, others sailed the seas Whispers of skeletons, buried in mysteries Royal blood or outlaw pride, they’re all a part of me Pieces of a history, locked inside our family tree Skeletons in the closet, rattling their chains Pirates and Vikings, running wild through my veins Could be heroes, could be thieves, every story leaves a scar All these ghosts behind the door, they make up who we are A family full of secrets, they thought they’d buried deep But I opened up the book, and it won’t let me sleep a lover long forgotten, a soldier lost to time Every name a little clue, to this life that’s now mine Whether dressed in royal robes or living off the land They’re the ones who made me, every woman, every man Skeletons in the closet, rattling their chains Pirates and Vikings, running wild through my veins Could be heroes, could be thieves, every story leaves a scar All these ghosts behind the door, they make up who we are There’s a shadow in the bloodline, a truth we can’t erase it’s the mystery in their bones that helps me find my place I’m the child of their triumphs, all the battles lost The sum of their stories, no matter what the cost Skeletons in the closet, rattling their chains Pirates and Vikings, running wild through my veins Could be heroes, could be thieves, every story leaves a scar All these ghosts behind the door, they make up who we are Yeah, they make up who we are… These skeletons, they make up who we are.