Paulo

Late night my love's in bed alone

My lovely child, big brown eyes wide smile

And I watch his sleep

And I care for him and it aches inside

He's got the sweettest laughter

He's got all that energy that makes everything around shine

He's only four, his tiny body so perfect

He's love, pure expression, my love, my child

And I watch him ... Dreaming of cartoons

Dreaming of us playing in the yard

They teach him not to value what really matters

They've forgotten what it feels like for a child

And now his eyes are not tender as they used to be

And now his laughter is histerical, a cry for attention

And now he's scared...

'Cuz he's getting aware of what they're taking away from him.

Miss him. Miss him more than anything else in this world.

I pray God watches his sleep... his days and his nights.