Son,
Yesterday
I sat on your bed
I touched your head
Lovely
Son,
When you slept
I saw your face
And I recalled my memory
When doctor told me your disability
I cried a lot every night
Son,
I asked to my self:
What is restless me the most
When I am gone?
Not that I don’t know
Your future will be
I cannot see
How brave you go trough this life
Son,
When you slept
I saw your face
My affection is your weakness
I push you to the edge with my rich
To be the best you can be
And it hurts you a lot
I asked to my self:
What is restless me the most
When I am gone?
Not that I don’t know
Your future will be
It is because I cannot find my feeling
That I love you very much
Son,
When you slept
I saw your face
You can go trough your education
Without me intervening your ability
And competing with your friends
I asked to myself:
What is restless me the most?
When I am gone
Not that I don’t know
What your future will be
It is because I cannot see
Your brave heart anymore
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