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 weredealt
as each year goes by, i know more about how my father must havefelt.

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 angryanymore.
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 fatherthrough

i just want you to understand that i know what all the fightingwas 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 baby i just want you to understand
that i'm not angry anymore.
no, i'm not angry anymore.