You brought me to this Earth,
Told me I was a beautiful bird since birth,
You raise me with love care and admiration,
Said I could be anyone with determination,
Said I could fly high if I just stand up and sing,
Then why why did you clip my wings?
Why did you trap me in between these bars of rage?
Why did your opinion for my song of freedom change?
Why, if you loved me?
And once I told you I was ready for flight,
That I could take over 'cause I had the might,
You grab my head and slapped me twice,
And told me, "Please stop dreaming at once!"
You said I could never be anyone the way I was,
And that I was cretin, a hypocrite, and the worst child god has.
I was young, I believed you, did it show?
For I still held on to something you already let go;
The relationship with my father.
And when I was strong enough to let it go,
The rainbows faded, the roses shriveled, and my breeze of freedom never blowed.
The only color I saw was the color red,
For I never shed, tears I shed blood instead.
One perfectly cut line, for each perfectly painful dream.
I counted, there were more than ten it seemed,
And each one of those dreams you threw down the drain,
And told me to never ever dream them again.
What got you so angry daddy?
Was it how I rebelled when something wasn't fair?
Or when it came to maturity you thought I'd never get there?
Was it how I had found a person in me I actually enjoy?
Or that I wasn't your little one nor was your only boy?
"Calm down daddy," I used to say,
"Why are you not proud of who I am today?"
I get the best of grades,
I have the best of friends,
But you say that does not matter.
For all I wanted was your approval father.
Why did you change your words?
Why did you stop believing I could make it?
Why, if you loved me?
Why did you even love me at all?