growing up, it was just me and my mom against the world.    and all my sympathies were with her when i was a little girl    and i've seen both my parents play out the hands that they were dealt   as each year goes by, i know more about how my father must have felt.       i just want you to understand that i know what all the fighting   was for, and i just want you to understand that i'm not angry anymore.   no, i'm not angry anymore.       she taught me how to wage cold war with quiet charm   but i just want to walk through my life unarmed.    to accept, and just get by like my father learned to do,    but without all the acceptance of getting by that got my father through      i just want you to understand that i know what all the fighting was for   and i just want you to understand that i'm not angry anymore.    no, i'm not angry anymore.      night falls like people into love   we generate our own light to compensate    for the lack of light from above.   every time we fight a cold wind blows our way,   we can learn like the trees, how to bend,    how to sway and say       i, i think i understand   what all this fighting is for,    and i just want you to understand   i'm not angry anymore.    no, i'm not angry anymore.