The Cries of a Broken Heart

My eyes and ears are tired of seeing and hearing I can see that momma is sad, I can hear her cries through the night. But why papa? Where are you? I'm tired of always making up stories in my mind of who you are. I don't know if you are red, green or yellow. But why papa? I love you, I miss you even if I have never seen you. Can you imagine how difficult it is for me? They call me a bastard, insult me and tell me that I am a bad omen, an outcast. That I don't have a father Papa where are you at? Come and rescue me from this suffering. Please tell me papa Where are you? I miss you, I need you more than ever papa Where are you?