For years I searched for my father,
Lost in the Western lands,
Where oceans raged and thunder crashed,
Splitting us with their mighty hands.
But through the winds, you marched,
A wild dancer in the storm,
Pushing through the raging thunder,
Your spirit is strong and warm.
Oh, father, have you forgotten me,
Lost in the winds of the western sea,
Your soul sold to the highest bidder,
Leaving me with only fading memories to consider.
Your voice once clear as a bell,
Now a distant echo in a fading spell,
Working like a slave in the fields,
Day in, day out, with no yields.
You returned to the exiled land,
Where birds knew only tears,
And when I saw you, father,
The world was suddenly clear.
At that moment, my heart was alive,
And my soul was free to soar,
With you by my side, father,
The pain and sorrow were no more.
But as soon as you arrived,
You had to leave once more,
Leaving me with a broken heart,
And a pain that cut to the core.
And once again, the birds grew quiet,
Their songs were replaced by weeping,
As I searched for you in the Western lands,
My love for you never sleeping.
Oh, my beloved father,
How I long for your embrace,
To feel the warmth of your love,
And to see the smile on your face.
Oh father, how you've changed,
Your frown has become so familiar,
The father I knew that day,
Is he hidden in the Western lands, forever?
Your smile now shines like a porcelain doll,
But you never call me son anymore,
Only my name, as if I'm an old friend,
Forgotten like our land and the exiled ones we deplore.
I feel like a bird with broken wings,
Struggling to fly in the open sky,
Exiled from the nest I once called home,
Left alone to wither and die.
Oh, father, where have you gone,
Lost in the fray, far from home,
Like a bird in a foreign nest,
A stranger in a a world so vast.
Have you given up on our land,
Like a puppet on a string,
Dancing to a foreign king.
But still, I hold on to hope,
Like a sailor on a fraying rope,
That one day, you'll return to me,
And we'll be together, wild and free.
For even though you're far away,
Your spirit with me every day,
And though your voice may fade,
Your love for me will never shade.
And so I waited, like a tree in winter,
For the spring that never came,
For those words I yearned to hear,
"I'm proud of you, my son," like a flame.
But the flame never ignited,
Leaving me in the cold and dark,
Like a ship without a compass,
Lost in the sea with no mark.
Oh father, where have you gone?
Lost in the Western lands, so far away,
Come back to me, and let us be one,
Together again, in the light of a new day.
For though we're exiles from our land,
And though our hearts are so far apart,
I'll always be your son, dear father,
Forever and always, in my heart.
