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jueves, 12 de julio de 2007

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
he said:

You're no son, you're no son of mine
You're no son, you're no son of mine
You walked out, you left us behind
and you're no son, no son of mine

Oh, his words how they hurt me, I'll never forget it
and as the time, it went by, I lived to regret it

You're no son, you're no son of mine
but where should I go,
and what should I do
you're no son, you're no son of mine
but I came here for help, I came here for you

Well the years they passed so slowly
I thought about him everyday
what would I do, if we passed on the street
would I keep running away

In and out of hiding places
soon I'd have to face the facts
we'd have to sit down and talk it over
and that would mean going back

They say that time is a healer
and now my wounds are not the same
I rang that 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
he said:

You're no son, you're no son of mine
You're no son, you're no son of mine
When you walked out, you left us behind
and you're no son, you're no son of mine

Oh, his words how they hurt me, I'll never forget it
and as the time, it went by, I lived to regret it

You're no son, you're no son of mine
But where should I go and what should I do
You're no son, you're no son of mine
But I came here for help, oh I was looking for you
You're no son, you're no son of mine

© Genesis

8 comentarios:

Philos dijo...

Somos como ese bebé: ignorantes de nuestro futuro. Dirás que el pasado nos condiciona, pero... Caminante no hay camino, se hace camino al andar. Y al volver la vista atrás se ve la senda que nunca se ha de volver a pisar

Bliss dijo...

No, si ésa debería ser la máxima que guiase nuestros pasos, pero siempre está esa maldita piedra que creímos dejar atrás y que se empeña en volver a ponerse bajo nuestros pies para hacernos topezar :-(

Philos dijo...

Las piedras no se mueven solas. ¿No será que la arrastras contigo?. Suéltala y así correrás más ;)

Bliss dijo...

Ummmmm... ¡buena reflexión, pardiez! ;-)

Almaco dijo...

Haz caso a este gran consejo que te dan, Bliss, que te veo un pelín pesimista.
Jopé, qué maravilla de foto, qué placidez refleja, es relajante.
Oye, las piedras para los canteros, je, je. ;)

Bliss dijo...

Pesismista noooo: realista ;-)

Placidez la del bebé, que no hubo forma de abriera los ojos en toda la sedsión, jejeje

Valentín Sama dijo...

Ánimo, Bliss!! Unas cosas ya las has conseguido, y muy bien. Las otras las conseguirás, porque ya has marcado tus "blancos", has abierto el libro de claves, has desconectado la radio, vuelas a 15 metros de altura y aunque te llame el Presidente… la cosa está hecha.
Que tengas buen vuelo, y luego, no te olvides de tirar de la palanca hacia arriba, elévate y no mires…

Besos Klaatu

Bliss dijo...

Eres un sol... :-)