A Home I Can Call My Own
My Papa died before mama born me
And mama leave me before I could see
In the dweeling house of the faithful.
The people give me everything
Nourinshing my soul by teaching me
But I feel something is missing
In my heart,emptiness is there
And seeking for it is the only answer
So I leave the place,which they call my"home"
With the pormise in my heart
I will keep the memories of this place
And the only hope that I have
Is the picture of a woman in my hand
I didn't know the world where I stay
Is different from the world I am walkin in
But with my courage and faith
I will walk this path of hardness
Even though I will be one of the people
Sleep in the street,felling cold and hanger
I will carry all just for the woman in the picture
God hear my agony during the lonely nights
So He lead me to the house
Where this woman in the picture stay
I'm very happy and excited,I knock on the door
the old woman in uniform open the door
Ask me who I want and what I want
So I tell her the reason and show her the picture
And this is the woman say:
"Your mother come back after she elope
With the gardener of this house,she love most
And your gandfather accept her
With the condition follow his order
And that is to forget she have a daughter
Because having you in this house is a big scandal
For the family belong to the royal blood
But your mother love you so much
She tried to escape from the guard
To look for you in the place where she left you
But she fall in the window and died
To avoid the guards watching her all the time
And like the old saying"sorry always come last"
Your grandfather died because of too much pain in the heart
Blaming himself for the death of your mother
But before he died he look for you
Hoping that seeing you will ease the pain he felt
But your grandpa didn't got a chance
Because like your mother, he die "
My tears dropping after hearing what she say
Knowing I have no chance to say"mama"
And the cemetery is the only place
Where I could see her
And the first word "Hi" I want to say when I see her
Will be the start of saying good bye.
I left the place where everyone love and care for me
To look for the woman who give birth of me
Hoping with her we could start a home
A home that I can call really my own.
Copyright © Ellioza Nacionales | Year Posted 2005
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