baby blue

i come to an age where i find out about life ,

how rules and sadness can split people apart,

to find out my mom is not my mom,

i must journey back to the start,

1969 is when i was born into a broken family,

alcohol and neglect the main factor,

i was taken away on that very day ,

in a basket on the back of a john deer tractor,

taken to a house many miles away,

i wasa given to a women to keep,

to me it didn´t matter then,

i was just a baby and always asleep,

but years rolled bye and life gose on,

as i get older through the years,

i look at my mother and father´s face ,

i dont look like them i ask why , and then there is tear´s ,

today is my birthday and i am at the legal age ,

i am all of 18 years old ,

my parents sit me down, 

a strange story i have just being told ,

of how a baby boy was taken from his home ,

in the middle of a cold winter´s night ,

taken from his dear mother,

who at that time thought she was wright ,

my mother was a good lady so i have being told,

and on the night i left o how she cried, 

and when i asked where she was ,

sadly they told me she died,

my heart sank like a battle ship,

as tear´s flow from my eyes ,

how can this happen to a child like me ,

can you tell me why ?

but i am a man now ,

as i turn to my mother ,

it´s you that is my mother now ,

and there will be no other ,

my birth mother is gone ,

i truly think she did her best ,

god bless you for bringing me into this world ,

god bless you , in peace my you always rest ,R.I.P