You have your birthday on St. Patrick`s day.
And because you used to say `I want to go there, I belong there, I know it`ll feel like home` I still think of this country as a secret, magical place where everything is simple, everything is right, where I belong. Where my soul would find all the answers and stop asking new, useless questions.
What makes me feel this way? It`s you.
What stands on my way then? It`s you…
Going there would mean confronting you and my childhood dreams.
I want it and don`t want it.
Will I ever find enough courage?..
I`m so sorry dad that I`m such a coward..

