It takes strength to do many things unseen, unspoken, unexplained in this life and beyond. It's easy to make your way through life with those you love by your side; really it is. It's difficult, however, to journey up that hill, through that valley, into the deep blue without your loved ones, your children. This I know all too well. Adults are uncompromisingly selfish, anguished and full of vengeance for some inherent right to be the ultimate winner. In the end though, we all get what we deserve. We get what we deserve not because another human being determined it or willed it. Rather, we get what we deserve because karma is the unseen air we breathe and have become so dependent on in each successive journey, life. I don't have all the answers, and the time will come when I can stop trying to be so strong in my own journey. When it does, I can cry again and maybe even laugh at the stupid game adults play for the worthless title of winner. Winner of what? Does anyone care? I think not.
Understand the things I say
Dont turn away from me
Cause I spent half my life out there
You wouldnt disagree
Dyou see me, dyou see
Do you like me, do you like me standing there
Dyou notice, dyou know
Do you see me, do you see me
Does anyone care
Unhappiness, wheres when I was young
And we didnt give a damn
cause we were raised
To see life as a fun and take it if we can
My mother, my mother she hold me
Did she hold me, when I was out there
My father, my father, he liked me
Ol he liked me, does anyone care
Understand what Ive become
It wasnt my design
And people everywhere think
Something better than I am
But I miss you, I miss
cause I liked it, I liked it
When I was out there
Dyou know this, dyou know
You did not find me, you did not find
Does anyone care
Unhappiness was when I was young
And we didnt give a damn
cause we were raised
To see life as fun and take it if we can
My mother, my mother she hold me
Did she hold me, when I was out there
My father, my father, he liked me
Ol he liked me, does anyone care
Does anyone care
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