Wednesday, August 25, 2004
Opps.
I forgot to give credit to my mom too.
She does almost the same stuff my dad does, except she's the more hardcore one.
Here's a song I wrote about my parents.
It's rather anti-climax, but I hope anyone who reads this will grasp the true details.
I am not unfillial. Maybe not that much...
Thank you ... Sorry
Thank you for leaving the light on
The many nights of endless waiting
The many calls left unanswered
Thank you for paving a way for me to follow
The many nights of endless lectures
The advice left on empty ears
Thank you for creating many wonders
The many mouths waiting to be fed
The table often left empty
But sorry I've gotta go,
to a place I call my own
The light I choose to extinguish,
my life I yearn to accomplish
The wonders I chose to forsake
The advice I chose not to take
Let go of my hand and let me be
Your womb you lent, now set me free
I forgot to give credit to my mom too.
She does almost the same stuff my dad does, except she's the more hardcore one.
Here's a song I wrote about my parents.
It's rather anti-climax, but I hope anyone who reads this will grasp the true details.
I am not unfillial. Maybe not that much...
Thank you ... Sorry
Thank you for leaving the light on
The many nights of endless waiting
The many calls left unanswered
Thank you for paving a way for me to follow
The many nights of endless lectures
The advice left on empty ears
Thank you for creating many wonders
The many mouths waiting to be fed
The table often left empty
But sorry I've gotta go,
to a place I call my own
The light I choose to extinguish,
my life I yearn to accomplish
The wonders I chose to forsake
The advice I chose not to take
Let go of my hand and let me be
Your womb you lent, now set me free
