The key to my survival

was never in much doubt

the question was how I could keep sane

trying to find a way out



things were never easy for me

peace of mind was hard to find

and I needed a place where I could hide

somewhere I could call mine



I didn't think much about it

til it started happening all the time

soon I was living with the fear everyday

of what might happen at night



I couldn't stand to hear the

crying of my mother

and I rememeber when

I swore that, that would be the

last they'd see of me

and I never went home again



they say time is a healer

and now my wounds are not the same

I rang the bell with my heart in my mouth

I had to hear what he'd say



He sat me down to talk to me

he looked me straight in the eyes



he said:



You're no son, no son of mine

You're no son, no son of mine

You walked out, you left us behind

and you're no son, no son of mine



oh his words how they hurt me, I'll never forget it

and as the time, it went by, I lived to regret it



You're no son, no son of mine

but where should I go,

and what should I do

you're no son, no son of mine

but I came here for help, I came here for you



Well the years they passed slowly

I thought about him everyday

what would I do, if we passed on the street

would I keep running away



in and out of hiding places

soon I'd have to face the facts

we'd have to sit down and talk it over

and that would mean going back



they say time is a healer

and now my wounds are not the same

I rang the bell with my heart in my mouth

I had to hear what he'd say



He sat down to talk to me

he looked me straight in the eyes



he said:



You're no son of mine