my mother didn’t like me
neither did my dad
though i was the best and only child
they ever had
my mother was a dreamer
my dad a drunken bum
they waited for an angel from heaven
but he never did come
i was a beautiful child
with a sensitive soul
to bring a message of love to the world
was ever my goal
where did it all go wrong
is the burden of my song
why are people so nasty?
why can’t they just get along?
countless wanderers before me
have asked the question and yet
it must be written in the wind and stars
there is something we just don’t get
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