Before life ever breathed through me
The seed that gave me life walked away
And has not blown this way again
Before the first anniversary of life
I knew a new father that brought love
And I rode my pony in snowy fields
With his father, a most loving father
Walked those fields days after
And ended that which is only given us once
Still not old enough to know pain, pain
The like only life can give
Father and mother walked different paths
Tearing me two ways, before I rode
My first tricycle.
I stayed with mother, and father
Was a seldom visitor in a childhood
Wrought with fire and places that changed
More than most would forgive
And as I grew I watched as men
Walked over mother, as business people
Walk over a mat in a revolving door
Left with a usual goodbye.
Though you should know,
To count on someone is
Inevitably to be let down
Or picked up.
Cause eventually father returned,
And though grief is wrought,
It once was said happiness is to be pursued
And in that there is no room for grief
Angst can be forgiven, to return.
Though mother has not yet found one
To share her heart that would melt a fiery iciness
That you would think may build in me
After that much, but whose to say
How I should feel, since
That is everyone else's to decide.
Why Johnny woke up one day
Killed his family and his friends
Or why Susan decided it was inhumane
To let the family she loved
Live in a world so fucked up
Today I will love, and elate in this gift
A world fucked up.
And tomorrow I will cry and despair
In a world fucked up.
But after all that, wouldn't you say
I'm a little fucked up?
But who's to say; what is fucked up?