I hold a secret deep down inside
i hold a love and a tender cry
i hold a will and passion
for the one in the sky
I hold the key to the
forgotten people that left me
behind...

I lack the knowledge of who
and where i really came from

I lack the knowledge of why
i was given up

I lack the knowledge
of many questions

but only time will uncover my past

Does it not bother me that
i'm not found on my
Family tree?

Does it bother me that
i had two first names?

Does it bother me that
someone out there
knows who i really am

It does not matter
if i ever see my real family

It does not matter
that i may never know

It does not matter
if i were to chose them now

It's been years
and i still dont know

It's been years
and im still here

Why worry now?

I have a loving mother...

Why worry now?

I was covered with
her love and support

And with her hard work
i am who i am today

So why worry now?