A Part - William Fitzsimmons

Wishing I was born another

Year or two it could be worse

Heard she was a teenage mother

Told it was a painful birth

Somewhere in the hills of Pittsburgh

There’s a kid who looks like me

Sleeping softly with his mother

Wonder if she thinks of me

I was a part from her

I was a part from her

I was a part from her

But I am a part of her

There’s a sparrow at my window

I was not an orphan long

I’m not saying that I hate you

I just wonder where we all went wrong

I was a part from her

I was a part from her

I was a part from her

But I am a part of her

Oh I was a part from her

I was a part from her

I was a part from her

But I am a part of her

I am a part of her

I am a part of her