Always in the night, my mom? I was looking for the dream
in front of the television, and asked me to please,
I will not turn it off; his loneliness in that fourth room
He could not stand, although you never confess?
I child, I did not understand his horror, because one is young
and he does not know about love; I grew up looking at my mother live
clinging to a hope that will bury her
bitter, in a night that did not finish.
And my mother has been afraid of the night since the day
Who left my dad ?. Today I look at it and I understand that
she still thinks that the soul accounts do not end
never pay.
Today I understand his pain, and how terrible it is to love
to an illusion that is trapped in the shadow of
past, and that at night he frees himself and goes to his side
like the ghost of a love that did not die?
My mother has feared the night since the day
Who left my dad ?. Today I look at it and I understand that
she still thinks that the soul accounts do not end
never pay.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)