"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 @

http://www.amazon.ca/Life-Is-But-A-Memory-ebook/dp/B0052OX3GW

Written by Chris Turner

November 7, 2013

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