There's a certain father who is considered successful
Well respected in the society yet hits his daughter
There is a certain son who changed his last name
So he could be grafted into a rich man's family
As accepted by their culture
When his birth father is alive and well
Then, there's a certain daughter out there
Risking everything she has
For the sake of her late adopted father
To make sure no shame comes close to his name
In this world, our relationships with people
Are divers as paintings hanging on the art gallery wall
With the things I've experienced so far
And testimonies of few acquittances
It's safe to say that truly
Blood doesn't make any relationship ideal
Nor does it make it perfect unlike many preconceptions
Whatever result we make out of any relationship
Is a reflection of collective efforts