I am from a dad who showed me tình yêu –till I turned four
--A navy man with no thêm room for me
To burned bridges with family, Những người bạn and loved ones

From the chilly blue ocean, days spent at the golden beach,
And time spent hiding from the world

From days spent with despair and wishes for death
To days with unending laughter and forced smiles

The hopes of tomorrow being destroyed
And memories that become tarnished

From helping raise four younger siblings
And growing up too fast
To begging my friend not to die

From my tears, joy, and fears
To finding the Father who always loved me

From being too terrified...

As I gasp for breath while I drown the pain in morphine
While my tim, trái tim beats in tune with the rolling static hills on the metal screen
I lay on my deathbed reflecting on my life
I can say I had a good one although it was filled to the brim with tidal waves of hurt
I laughed in delight while running through the golden fields embracing the open skies and wearing a halo of warm sunshine
I climbed trees and swam in the salty ngọc lục bảo sea
But Moma was always working hard at the quán ăn filling out orders for sugary milkshakes and greasy fries
And brother Tim was always out too late fixing old radios who sang...