Child Of The Matador Lyrics
Thirteen years
Inside your play
To rise one day
And find you dead
The world had fled
With much unsaid
My last paternal kiss
Thirteen years
I missed your touch
I missed so much
A life unfurled
That hand you held
That child you hurled
Against a razor fence
In mine eyes such hate did shine
Devoid of knowledge, ill-defined
Nurtured in protective lies
There is no conquest in demise
Nineteen years
Outside your play
I broke that day
And rose to feel
The distance heal
Drift now in peace
My last paternal kiss
A life unfurled
That hand you held
That child you hurled
Against a razor fence