A Little Home

When I was a child,

I was too little to know,

how old your hands had turned,

from carrying the ancient silences

That binded you to prayers...

When I was a child,

I was too little to know,

all the sacrifices you carried,

In the soles of your tattered shoes,

Too little to know,

Too little to know,

Too little to know,

When I was just a child,

I hid quietly waiting for your arrival

Because I loved you,

I loved you, I loved you

And my love was greater

than the far horizon,

Like all children that loves their

mothers and fathers,

That love was the only love I knew,

I was too little to the stories

of the world, and how it can make

men and women bleed,

All I knew was that I loved you,

And world was a little home

in your heart,

And all I knew was that I loved you,

And the world was a little home

in your heart...