Why are you crying mother? I’m not crying, I never did Your father always said, “It’s going to be ok honey.” Dishonest father, dishonest son
He always tried to understand The suffering he caused, he never volunteered “Who said you have to love your child?” The motherly bond keeps them closer But won’t create love
The hate is her most honest feeling to her child The fear and the innocence are his only protection Their lives are tied with a blood bond They’re the shackled ends, never wanted
Holding a strange Mom is a strange Stranger’s hands Makes me afraid
Holding a strange one Mom is a strange! Stranger’s hands Choke my breath awayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
