When my father died in 1999, I sat with his urn at my coffee-table for a whole week yelling and raging against him for ignoring my mother, his other wives, my brothers, me and my sister for many years and then just die on us.I had made the promise to him, that I would spread his ashes over the sea near the place where he lived his life as a vagabond or a hobo.At the funeral I walked far out in the water and emptied his urn, while the family stood at the shore and my brother played "Oh My Papa" on his trumpet.What a sight. ONLY YOU FATHER I saw my mother cryShe wouldn’t tell me whyOnly you father can, yes you canhelp me to understand My sisters was in painShe couldn’t loose the chainOnly you father know, yes you knowwhere can my sister go Hiding my inner most secret emotionTrying to do my bestSpreading your ashes out in the oceanwon’t let me lay you to restThat funeral-afternoonmy brother he played a tuneOnly you father smiled, yes you smiledWhen he was playing wild I saw my mother cryShe knew she had to dieAnd when she held my handI changed into a manOnly you father can, yes you canhelp me to understand .........................................................................................................