Maggio 8, 2007 Musica
No son of mine
Well the key to my survival
was never in much doubt
the question was how I could keep sane
trying to find a way out
Things were never easy for me
peace of mind was hard to find
and I needed a place where I could hide
somewhere I could call mine
I didn’t think much about it
til it started happening all the time
soon I was living with the fear everyday
of what might happen that night
I couldn’t stand to hear the
crying of my mother
and I remember when
I swore that, that would be the
Last they’d see of me
And I never went home again
they say that time is a healer
and now my wounds are not the same
I rang the bell with my heart in my mouth
I had to hear what he’d say
He sat me down to talk to me
he looked me straight in the eyes…
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