The key to my survivalwas never in much doubtthe question was how
I could keep sanetrying to find a way outthings were never easy
for mepeace of mind was hard to findand I needed a place where I
could hidesomewhere I could call mineI didn't think much
about ittil it started happening all the timesoon I was living
with the fear everydayof what might happen at nightI
couldn't stand to hear thecrying of my motherand I
rememeber whenI swore that, that would be thelast they'd
see of meand I never went home againthey say time is a healerand
now my wounds are not the sameI rang the bell with my heart in my
mouthI had to hear what he'd sayHe sat me down to talk to
mehe looked me straight in the eyeshe said:You're no son,
no son of mineYou're no son, no son of mineYou walked out,
you left us behindand you're no son, no son of mineoh his
words how they hurt me, I'll never forget itand as the
time, it went by, I lived to regret itYou're no son, no son
of minebut where should I go,and what should I doyou're no
son, no son of minebut I came here for help, I came here for
youWell the years they passed slowlyI thought about him
everydaywhat would I do, if we passed on the streetwould I keep
running awayin and out of hiding placessoon I'd have to
face the factswe'd have to sit down and talk it overand
that would mean going backthey say time is a healerand now my
wounds are not the sameI rang the bell with my heart in my
mouthI had to hear what he'd sayHe sat down to talk to mehe
looked me straight in the eyeshe said:You're no son of
mine