I appreciate the way you raised him,
such a sensitive, beautifull boy.
A boy like an angel,
my angel it was..
Not anymore, even not an angel,
now he's just a boy,
because you're gone..
You can't raise him anymore,
teach him how to be that boy again,
how to be an angel..
And now I miss my angel,
now I miss that boy,
because I miss you..