What would I want to be, You have any clue?
Then better keep track of my sullen past,
Just so to see what future You will cast.
People say I'm lucky cause I'm born rich,
Have kind parents, what I want I can reach.
What they didn't know is that they're already fooled,
Behind all these there's an ongoing feud.
My dad left us two to pursue his dream,
Of hearing his trills on the mainstream.
Mass media dream, my mom also had,
But gave it up for the love that she had.
With these dreams, six months later conflicts rose,
Tsunamis, earthquakes, they were less than those.
I hear mom scream, cry over the phone line,
As for me, I knew it's not a good sign.
Since then we heard nothing more about him,
Informations were kept so dark, so dim.
On any day, on any occasion,
"Why didn't you call?", that was my question.
Letters sent, received seven days after,
His sole absence left my heart to shatter.
Why does he avoid us, his family?
What did he mean by the words, "set her free"?
What future for their son do they hold?
I, their son, who's an eleven year old?
I hear mom cry even in broad daylight,
I tried to be strong, but I cried when out of sight.
Since then I believed I have no father,
So I took good care of my mom, rather.
Writing letters ceased, emotions died down,
Hid sadness behind the mask of a clown.
I tried to put up with him but it failed,
He had made mom cry and away he sailed.
So, for the first time since all these were done,
I felt regret on becoming his son.
So...
If I would be born in this world anew,
What I want to be, now You have a clue.
I wish my life You'd instantly take...
'Cause letting me live here is a big mistake.
A/N: (JUNE 3, 2004) Please bear with the delay of my update... Life's slinging so many stuff and 'graces' on me that I don't know when they will end. Sorry, but I DO PROMISE I'll finish this. =) Till then, thank you and peace out. =)