Here is a song I wrote that combines thoughts on being adopted, feeling alone, and also the futility of war. It is called "Forgotten Man" and I finished writing this draft of the song earlier today.
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They told me I was a quiet son,
Like to end what I’d begun,
I was always on the run,
From the things they left undone.
I was born on a warm spring day,
My mother she gave me away,
Never known just who I am,
A chosen boy, a forgotten man.
To the father who I never knew,
Guess there’s nothing more we can do,
To the mother who gave me away,
May we be together some day.
I left home at seventeen,
Wisest fool you’ve ever seen,
I have wandered aimlessly,
Running wild but never free.
They know me around certain parts,
From a bitter string of broken hearts,
I’ve tasted love but it won’t stay,
I just give it all away.
To the father who I never knew,
Guess there’s nothing more we can do,
To the mother who gave me away,
May we be together some day.
How the hell did I get here?
I will not see another year.
The sun beats down but I’m so cold,
Barely thirty-three years old.
The army sent me to this land,
Put boots on my feet a gun in my hand,
And here I’ll make my final stand,
My blood flows into the desert’s sand.
To the father who I never knew,
Guess there’s nothing more we can do,
To the mother who gave me away,
May we meet in Heaven someday.
To the father who I never knew,
Guess there’s nothing more we can do,
To the mother who gave me away,
May we meet in Heaven someday.
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