My son...My Rockstar
Its hard to find a child like mine even if you dig the mine to gold His spectacular types of tasks removes my mask of weiryness Restlessness never ends but my child never rests He takes my tests and breaks my silence He makes sure that I remain curious about what next For else who could dare to intervene him will have to bare his threats Will have to bare his cuddly face, Will have to bare his innocence, Will have to bare his charmness, And who else could overcome all these than me Because its hard to find a child like mine even if you dig the mine to gold.