When i was a little child, my father told me a story about a young man who went missing.
They had been looking for him for years. He was nowhere to be found.
He was last seen standing by a river nearby looking strange and cold.

They believed he drownt and died.
But She believed she was still alive.
She said she could feel his presence wandering around among the trees.
She was there everyday waiting for him.
Years passed by....
She had been waiting...
So patiently...

One cold morning they found her lying on the ground...
Motionless...
Covered with mud and dead leaves...
When she woke up she said she saw him...
Still handsome as could be...
But he was trapped...
Neither alive nor dead...

The next day they found her leaning motionless on a willow tree by the river...
My daughter...
My sad daughter...

Forty one
had a son
who left and wished him dead
and at forty two
came such truth
the daughter loved him instead.

Since the beginning I loved her                    My one and only daughter.                              But since the day of those flowers.                       Over her I had no powers.                                                          My brother took her away from me               How could just like that betray me?                                 Giving her to that gloomy creep                            Now..... They both shall sow for what they reaped.                                                         For there shall be no more harvest,no more   Cause they took my heart the very core.       Now more fruit,food or color.                        Cause the took her my 1 and only lover.          And that's my rarely sad story                          But don't worry for their end shall be extremely GORY.

My sister was born with a special gift
she could weave could weave so beautifully
almost all the kings wives & daughters wanted her stock
like this she became very famous

She soon got a big head
let arrogance posses her mind
she mocked the king
sparring no mercy

One of the king's wives was angry
challenge her to a weaving contest
the wife lost
my sister mocked her

She was turned into a spider
the wife was never kinder

This father lost his way.
Along the journey
he forgot where he came from,
where he’s been,
where he’s going.

This father makes mistakes,
knows not which way to go,
which direction is home.
As he sits and wonders,
will his daughter ever know.

This father makes mistakes.
Alone in his thoughts,
and with his fears,
alone in his wake…
This father awaits
his daughter’s call
Reminiscence…the past
when all was fun,
and we were young.
This father loves his daughter.
And needs her love in turn.

This father makes mistakes,
and forgets when he was young

This father makes mistakes
and should say he’s sorry,
more than not..
You mean everything to me
and my life’s a void
when you’re away.

This father makes mistakes.
But the one mistake
he never made,
was the one
in having you.