Mas

Don't let the bond break
Love family can't be bought
Good deeds you think
(time runs and goes in this loneliness he needs more from you from himself ahhh)
There's plenty
You named him a hero in the shadows

Much more

Are the villagers
Shackled poetry many me, me
The last time he saw you
He saw you inside a patrol car
You hit his mother and caused
Tremendous commotion (beast)
How do you expect him to hug you and not run away
If his only puzzle is a picture of you
Whose behavior scares him and makes him ask
The stars
Why did dad leave mom for a bottle
Why did you promise that stroller
If from your mouth never came out
A child hello grab buy ball
Now he cries all the time girl wait
You don't take him out or help him with his homework
I'll tell you something you might not believe
When you fight
He seeks refuge in himself or in other words
You do nothing (no) by giving him 5 pesos
If you're not there when for example they put a cast on him what hurts the most (what)
It's not that his bone breaks
But the sad crisis of absence
In his face from a tender kiss
Maybe that's why he's withdrawn and speaks little
And when he does, he does it alone
For fear of a misunderstanding
You think he's crazy (not crazy)
You're the crazy one
With you he learned to say first
Stand up pu, pu in his
Subconscious there's a strange confusion
Sometimes he thinks
He would have been happier in a condom
With all his forty-something years
Listen to me with my 21
I feel much more like a father than you

Don't let the bond break
Love family can't be bought
Good deeds you think
(time runs and goes in this loneliness he needs more from you from you if ahhh)
There's plenty
You named him a hero in the shadows (3)

Every year you were his harm lord of reprimands
The harm tarnished the love
That didn't grow as his size
Strange effort
Wrinkled brow went from chestnut
Sadness advances and trust throws
Down the drain
Bath of tears pity and doesn't encourage
Don't oppress anymore
More than dad
You're a fencing champion
You make him fear extremes
You make him repress his feelings
Why do you kill understanding
And put your hand on top
On top convenient a change of wise men
Without selfishness it's not the same with the same
Say like protectionism
His cynicism is a pothole that makes an abyss
In himself
Because with his bad actions you justify
Your alcoholism reformism jumps out
Hatred conquers him realistically
Being unhappy tops the list
The list is the landscaper
Of the bad image
Given by a life filled with your passages assembly of broken alienated affection
Child with a sad face
Because he didn't receive what others gave
What you grew up with you loved as much as you could
He doesn't question what you did
He wonders if you loved him
Didn't you realize
That you created the being that is being
Take a seat reflect
Time towards open dialogue
Bad concept
All unwritten vain impediments
Let him be daddy's boy
For a moment.