(Pal Waaktaar)

Father
My wings are clipped
See the steps that made me trip
Now I'm so lonely
Mother
Time's frozen flame
Seem to linger in the rain
Holding me only
Like a river I'm flowing
And there's no way of knowing
If I'm coming or going
I need something to chain me down
But it don't matter
My eyes have seen...
For better
Out of blue comes green
Mother
I have gone wrong
Work my fingers to the bone
All I've been doing
Father
Proud that I am
To be born into such hands
Your love so renewing

To be continued...