River of Peace

Washing over everything I can control.
I'm waiting deeper, where the current's strong,
Looking for the place where I belong.
My father died with anger in his eyes,
Never said he loved me, never tried.
I swore I'd be a different kind of man,
But I still feel his fist inside my hand.
The weight of generations bears me down,
But something's lifting me up from the ground.
There's a river running through my broken soul,