TREES ARE GOOD


I was given away before I was born,
By day eight she was gone.
40 years is a long, long stay,
to wonder why you were a stray.
40 years to find out why,
40 years left alone to cry.
It was dark,
It was still,
I bet she wished she'd taken the pill.
A hospital for my first year,
Cos no other home did appear,
Six different foster homes was next on my list,
no wonder I spent half my life getting ******.
The classifieds is where I finally found my family,
at the tender age of three.
Adopted at seven by good kind people,
but I still don't recognise anyone.
I start to wonder if my whole life was a
******* blunder.
I learnt to survive in an interesting way,
by pushing all my emotions down deep,
it meant that I could get some sleep (it's all good).
Many years drifted by without a cry.
Many years drifted by living a lie.
Eight years ago I got a surprise
eight years ago I saw my own eyes.
Winnie came to show me that even I could have a family tree.
Three kid look at me with smiles so bright,
three kids look at me to say it's alright.
The beginning was hard but it made me strong and now I see
I'll not walk alone.
My partner is my friend.
My partner will stand with me til the end.
Blood has bound us tight.
Blood will see us right.
The one that left 40 years ago came back.
She's here full flight in my life and she even gets on with my wife.
Now the only thing I can say to thee,
is never give up on your family.