Who Am I?

Where do these eyes come from?
From whom did I get this life?
Where did I come from?
For what must I strive?

Do the depths of my soul hold an answer,
or are the secrets in me?
Where in the world are you hiding?
Can you see how hard it is for me?

I don't know or understand why I'm here,
and you're out there on your own.
Do you ever think of me
when you're all alone?

I wonder what you look like -
if you're a lot like me.
Or am I totally different
and that's why you let me be.

Will you let me find you,
or will you turn me away?
I have a lot of questions.
What will you have to say?

I only want to meet you -
to see from whom I came.
Then I can go on,
and things will be the same.

Was I meant to meet you,
or am I to stay right here?
How am I to know?
Only one thing is clear.

I know there's someone out there
who once bore a little girl.
Now that girl's a woman,
and is looking for the mother pearl.

Dedicated to my biological mother, whom I know nothing about. Where are you?