twitter : http://twitter.com/#!/johnrobson3 meu msn : johnrobson615@hotmail.com meu msn 2 : emodc@hotmail.com On the day I left home My mother told me: Son, come here! He ran his hand through my hair He looked into my eyes Started talking Wherever you go I follow With my thoughts Wherever you are In my prayers I'll ask God To enlighten his steps ... I know she He never understood My motives Out of there But she knows That after it grows The child turns bird And want to fly ... I wish I did Continue here But fate I wanted to counteract And look From my mother's door I left crying The bless me .. My mother on that day Told me about the world as it is It seems she knew Every stone that I would Per foot And always at my father's side The small town She never left She told me this: My son goes to God That this whole world is your ... I know she He never understood My motives Out of there But she knows That after it grows The child turns bird And want to fly ... I wish I did Continue here But fate I wanted to counteract And look From my mother's door I left crying The blessing me And look From my mother's door I left crying The blessing me And look From my mother's door I left crying The blessing me ...
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