So this Sunday Scribblings - New, is for Laini, is for expecting a baby. Congratulations and best wishes, Laini! My offering for new is in keeping with new life. I wrote this song ten years ago. It was written for my son a few weeks after he was born. I wrote it from his perspective, or at least how I imagined it. While he was "in utero" I would talk to him. Of course, to the casual observer I was talking to my wife's stomach. He would get a bit excited and kick and move (which probably explains why he is now a drummer!).
This had me wondering what it must be like to be him at that moment and subsequently joining the rest of us in our cold harsh world. That is the point of reference in the song.
I'm just an alien in this world
I know not where I come from, nor why I'm here
You are somehow not a stranger to me
You are a voice in this darkness I call home
I was dreaming conscious when I came
I have been waking slowly since that day
Although my eyes were open I just now start to see
You call me Ian Michael and that is who I'll be
I heard someone call me Son
I know I am not the only one
You are more than just a man to me
For I will call you father if you should choose to be
We are more than actors in this scene
You must be my teacher of what life means
I heard someone call me Son
I know I am not the only one
Call me son….
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