Finding Father, Missing Mother
On our search for truth and reality,
We found things of strange possibility
Things we found inside this life we live-
Strange enough for our minds to believe.
I was told that I'm an adopted child,
This made my life and my mind go wild-
Wild enough to be too curios,
This life I live is strangely serious.
I want to find my real father
So we'll have time to know each other.
Although I do not know my mother
I want to find her for me to ask her.
I want to ask her why she just left me,
Was it because she really loved me,
Or was it because she don't care about me,
And want to forget everything about me.
I was just three days old when she just gave me
To an orphanage to take care about me.
If she's still alive did she ever find me?
That's just one question that lives inside me.
I want to know what my father looks like,
They said he's Japanese, the way I look like.
But if my father would not care about me.
Then it's okay if it's what he want it to be.
I just want to see them to know my past
I want this curiosity to have its last
If they are a part of who I was
Then to find them for me's a must.
By Adoptee ~ Dexaler7