| Bastard Without a choice I was labeled at birth. Bastard. Fatherless child. For the longest time I didn't know. I thought I was like everyone else. Until I saw what I was missing. Playing catch in the backyard, The pride in your eyes when i brought home my first A, And most of all just knowing I belong. Mom did her best to fill the void you left, But it still remains open, like a wound that wont heal. Why did you leave? Why weren't you here when I needed you most? Now years later, when I thought i had moved on, You want to be part of my life. But no matter what, I'll always be a bastard. Written by John Lane Schultz January 22, 1999 |