I awoke Tuesday morning
In Walton Hills
Prepared to drive to Parma
Hoping to get truth about my birth
Hoping for answers to my identity
I made the proper phone calls
Took an extended shower
Drove Alexander to Pleasant Valley
1/2 mile before Ridge
I turned around
Scared again, trying this for three years
Spoke to my birth doctor 3 years ago
Only person I've ever spoken to who was there
I never met him, I only spoke to him
Told me I could get my birth records
Told me they may say something
Worried about results
That maybe they will say something
That maybe they will say nothing, nothing new anyway
Worried about a man who knew me
Has forgotten me
Worried that a woman who got rid of me
Might remember me
3 ½ hour drive back to Kent
Visiting the old stomping grounds
Searching for music
Searching for voices
Searching for me
Wishing you were here with me
Wishing someone was here with me
Wishing my tape player worked
This is a change I can't face...yet...or can I?