STORM CLAN

Plastic parents

You may choose your god 
But not the Parents 
Who set the undercurrent of life 
You brought me in this world and cut through knife 
Movie put parents above everything 
But failed parents give you nothing 
Still they mean something
I was blamed as wild thing 
Robbed of words and asked to sing 
Asked to play Life’s tune with broken string 
Is happiness a real thing 
How can I feel, when I never experienced that thing 
But I have taken charge of my life 
I will be a leader not someone’s wife 
Priest and Preacher will learn from me 
Inspire friends daily with something new 
I will be force as strong as Gale
And I assure as I parent I will not fail 
And will not be a plastic parent