10 Crayons
As a ship returned
I returned home with my boy
What I sing a song he was waiting
bedtime
What I sing this song Let me
said with a smile
it prefers trucks
stories he could not live
Except at the other end of the world
Stories
filled with illusions of fire and betrayals
And then my son fall asleep
In the hollow of my arm
To prove once again
Whether history will repeat itself
This s'ra always heavy heart
Tonight as we j'repenserai
it almost rabid
dint get up
I know one day he will understand because he constantly
grow to become a man like me Including all the hassle
Maybe one day it will turn
To his way of saying love
Perhaps
love me or I wish him forever
At this age I can
saying he prefers his crayons
But I know he will decrypt
C'que J'voulais mean by that
I thought it otherwise s'ferait
My memories of me And I have translated
'
am aware now, yes I love her so much anyway
Still
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