The son of guiltiness,
The son of broken promises,
Born from deception,
Baptized at daylight inception;
Torn from your mother's arms
To hush up an inconvenient scandal
And your father didn't care
About your fragile mood;
You were just the bastard son of his brood.
Grown up in the nature,
Its laws forged your behavior.
A hole in your heart,
A hole in your affection,
A hole to fill with perfection.
And your father didn't care
About your fragile mood;
You were just the bastard son of his brood.
Looking for something you didn't know
To warm your lovelorn soul.
A hug, a sweet caress on your face;
A word, a lovely whisper for your rest;
A kiss, the sign of someone who cares.
And your father didn't care
About your fragile mood;
You were just the bastard son of his brood.
You passed the entire life
Taming the deepest strife.