Thursday, November 7, 2013

"This is my life in song it’s my, Auto-bi-ography" (Song)



"This is my life in song it’s my, Auto-bi-ography"

Is there anyone out there who wants to hear my song?
Does anybody care, to hear what’s right or wrong?
I would like to share these words which happen to be true
This is my life in song; it’s my, Auto-bi-ography

As I grew up at home many times I was sad
I didn’t have a relationship with the man that I called dad
He would say I was no use with his, verbal abuse
He said, you’ll amount to nothin’ you are no use

The physical pain I’d endure just like a fish caught in a lure
I would scream quite a lot then I would squirm
I would get out of bed this day I will dread
This is my life in song; it’s my, Auto-bi-ography

He would use his hand, sometimes a belt
He’d tan my hide good and sore
I tried to plead my case with an excuse
However, done no good, He carried on
I cried for my mum as he smacked me all the more
However, I was in this room all alone
I had nowhere else to run, I just wanted to have some fun
I now hated my dad all the more


 As I grew up I drank, I smoked, I lied, I cussed
I grew my hair ‘cause I just didn’t care
I did everything that’s wrong ‘cause I didn’t belong
This is my life in song; it’s my Auto-bi-ography


That’s why I write this song it’s with me all day long
I just wanted to have a dad to love
However, he pushed me away, said, come back another day
Guess, I’ll have to find someone else to love


As I would plod through life marriage came along
I had two kids divorce was on the line
Physical and verbal abuse once again
This is my life in song; it’s my, Auto-bi-ography


Suicide was on my mind I miss my kids so much
Went to get some help and tried the church
No-one really cared divorce was not allowed
They’re only interested in their little groups

I got down on my knees, said Lord I need your help
I knelt on the floor as I prayed
As tears rolled down my face, I felt His presence
He put His hand on me that very day


I thought of my dad when I was a child
How he pastored a small church
I couldn’t understand why he treated me this way
He lost all his sons the same way
Yes, he lost all his sons the same way

Sometimes I look to God like I do my dad
If I step out of line he’ll smack me hard
I always try my best; I’m not as good as the rest
This is my life in song; it’s my, Auto-bi-ography
This is my life in song; it’s my, Auto-bi-ography

Check out my autobiography @

Written by Chris Turner
November 7, 2013

Chris Turner is a residential/commercial
painting contractor in Edmonton Alberta Canada
chris_turner@shaw.ca




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