Our Father!
Written by Jean-Luc Chishugi, Chom Duang-Arop, David Lumaning and David John
Our Father!
Hallowed be thy name... The name that when I shout "DAD!"
has no response or feeling.
Give us this day, I pray for it
me and you together, I pray for...
A canvas of paint is what I need to create my ideal picture of life.
I was merely 5 years old when I had my first taste of pain and strife.
Tell me why was I the humble victim?,
why was I taken hostage for the pain I felt?
Never felt the belt, quite diverse but I have never been disciplined.
I used to think, who would provide the money and the food to feed?
Who would show me the way and take the lead?
It’s quite obvious that the leave of my father just left me sad
but it shows everybody today that it’s easy to be the biological father...
but it takes more to be a DAD!
Our Father!
Our Father who art in, who knows where
I don’t even know your full name.
Your baby come but your duty was not done
On earth why should you go to heaven?
I can’t stop this feeling
I’ve never even seen him.
He left with no remorse
What's it like to be him?
Weakling, he didn’t act the rightful human being
but I’d give anything to touch him even feel him.
He had a duty but he was too scared to take it
face it, what you’ve taken you can not replace
and you were absent in times Dad when you were needed.
You didn’t think about me but yet my heart bleeded
and you know what Dad, it hasn’t stopped bleeding or healing
but yet I’m here on my knees kneeling
in torment looking up at the ceiling.
Our Father!
Our Father give us this day
I pray for the day.
The day that my dad could be there for me.
Support and care
it’s his job
it’s what he’s meant to be.
I can say my mum’s got two jobs now...
a mother and a father, and works for hours.
Dad don’t visit
I wonder to myself
Is he a coward?
I’m tired of all the excuses.
Doesn’t he realise that I’m the one that loses?
He left my mum and that was unfair
I’m not saying he’s bad but it looks like he don’t care.
Our Father!
Our fathers who art on earth
I’m going to put my heart and soul into this
Birthdays.
Huh, he’s never missed.
He’s provided for me and his miss
he’s been there through the tough and thin
he’s turned frowns to grins.
He’s calm but can still get angry
to show me right form wrong
to let me know that only sticks can break my bones.
He’s the type some wish they had
I’m so proud to call him... Dad!
