Sunday, May 14, 2006

Ode to my family

Although this wasn't the topic I picked to discuss for today, but I had a sudden urge to write a bit about my family, and particularly my parents.

Being the first child, I am the (eldest?) pride of my parents - I was the first thing they got after they got married! A brother to a lovely sister, and a wacko brother - I live with my parents since birth (except for that year in Egypt). I will not say that I am close to them, in the sense that I discuss my problems or specific plans - but lately, especially since graduation day, the way i feel about them and think about what they did and what they do, is definitely different.

Dad, mom - I think I owe you eternal thanks for being my parents. Not only was I a tough kid to control, but I was a pain (in many parts) at many points - and yet you kept my best interests at heart. I might not show much appreciation for all that you've done, and still do, but I owe you my life. Two years ago, I wouldnt dream about saying all this, but thanks for everything ... you're stars in my book.

I love you

P.S. although the song aint really appropriate with the above - but hey :) its cranberries!



Artist: Cranberries
Song: Ode to My Family Lyrics


Understand the things I say
Don’t turn away from me
Cause I spent half my life out there
You wouldn’t disagree
D’you see me, d’you see
Do you like me, do you like me standing there
D’you notice, d’you know
Do you see me, do you see me
Does anyone care

Unhappiness, where’s when I was young
And we didn’t give a damn
’cause we were raised
To see life as a fun and take it if we can
My mother, my mother she hold me
Did she hold me, when I was out there
My father, my father, he liked me
Ol he liked me, does anyone care

Understand what I’ve become
It wasn’t my design
And people everywhere think
Something better than I am
But I miss you, I miss
’cause I liked it, I liked it
When I was out there
D’you know this, d’you know
You did not find me, you did not find
Does anyone care

Unhappiness was when I was young
And we didn’t give a damn
’cause we were raised
To see life as fun and take it if we can
My mother, my mother she hold me
Did she hold me, when I was out there
My father, my father, he liked me
Ol he liked me, does anyone care

Does anyone care

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