The son of guiltiness, The son of broken promises, Born from deception, Baptized at daylight inception; Torn from your mother's arms To hush up an inconvenient scandal And your father didn't care About your fragile mood; You were just the bastard son of his brood. Grown up in the nature, Its laws forged your behavior. A hole in your heart, A hole in your affection, A hole to fill with perfection. And your father didn't care About your fragile mood; You were just the bastard son of his brood. Looking for something you didn't know To warm your lovelorn soul. A hug, a sweet caress on your face; A word, a lovely whisper for your rest; A kiss, the sign of someone who cares. And your father didn't care About your fragile mood; You were just the bastard son of his brood. You passed the entire life Taming the deepest strife.