I thought about grandmother's house
and grandfather's house
The old creaky stairs
that is too high to climb when I was small
and close by, an old buddhist temple
with the rotted water
and offerings left on the altar
The old table and the monk clothes
and the Buddhist items
I thought about the old rooms
on the second floor
and the drawers full of comic books
and the room where the two boys
of my cousins slept and lived
I thought about the dusty boxes
and the market place in the back
and the old kitchen
Humble beginnings, humble ends
The story of life begins in this house
I haven't been here for long
but if my brother haven't been born
This house and business
could have been mine.
And I wouldn't have to suffer
living here on my own
with no hope of love and life
No father to guide me
And a brother who is disabled
I asked myself
Why God why?
You couldn't see the bleeding wounds
of my own stigmata
that I carry everyday
And I kept thinking to myself
"I am the only one."
There's nothing for me,
except this desert
and me speaking and singing
to the Soul of the World.
In sleep, I found my solace
in my desolace and my life
and grandfather's house
The old creaky stairs
that is too high to climb when I was small
and close by, an old buddhist temple
with the rotted water
and offerings left on the altar
The old table and the monk clothes
and the Buddhist items
I thought about the old rooms
on the second floor
and the drawers full of comic books
and the room where the two boys
of my cousins slept and lived
I thought about the dusty boxes
and the market place in the back
and the old kitchen
Humble beginnings, humble ends
The story of life begins in this house
I haven't been here for long
but if my brother haven't been born
This house and business
could have been mine.
And I wouldn't have to suffer
living here on my own
with no hope of love and life
No father to guide me
And a brother who is disabled
I asked myself
Why God why?
You couldn't see the bleeding wounds
of my own stigmata
that I carry everyday
And I kept thinking to myself
"I am the only one."
There's nothing for me,
except this desert
and me speaking and singing
to the Soul of the World.
In sleep, I found my solace
in my desolace and my life