I hear the wind chims,
As i go to check on my
Sickly father.

I see him laying in bed,
Like hes sleeping peacfully,
I try to wake him up, It turns
Out he was,
Dead.

At the funeral there was,
A lot of sorrow, but not
As much as I felt.

He was the one who took, 
Care of me,
could hear the drums,
And the viollens as they played,
Sweet music.

I feel so alone, usless, 
And empty inside, what
Am I supposed to do, I
Was so depressed,
I even quite my job.

I relize my father,
Wouldn’t want me,
Like this.

I wont give up,
I got my job back.

I relize there's one thing,
That I have left to do.

That one thing left, Is to find my.
MOTHER.

I'm hopefull that, 
I can find her.
I hope she will,
Let me be, Apart of her life.
As I will, Do the same.