It’s just as a part of . Of me , off my mind . Fearing springs’ birth . ‘Cause autumn will die . The sun is my burning . Burns my son inside . My mind full of ashes , a mindfull of tears . The sky is so blue , so pure and so clear . Beg rincing my soul , my heart and my goals . But it’s just a part of . A part off from me . The son keep on shining and is burning me.
For all mothers and fathers who lost their child. And for all those who wished but couldn’t have a child . The too silent majority .