I hold in my heart this pain that I feela man I call father, well, he’s almost realâ¦he’s almost real…and I’m of his flesh and boneso similar and estranged and I was just a child whenyou went awaywhen you went awayaway…away…away…father, you know…and yet, I still hold youwell, it’s up and to this dayfather answer my questionsâ cause I still need you… I still need youI am one of twoand I still need youI am one of twoam I… am I… like you…?