My Son
More than a breath of air and you will fly away.
Hung on strongly
No more completely there...
No more for a very long time.
Soon you will fly away
Need of a good moose
But need Dad.
The life hypocritically
Slowly of my arms
Outside any feeling
Far from me will take you...
And then necessarily, you will return to me.
crdits Template et photos Dids Texture Anna Aspnes
