I saw in his eyes the hatred
That he was trying to hide,
Did not accept the idea,
Of a very first baby
It was not not being a grandfather
Which had terrorized him,
But his mixed color
Posed him a problem
The color of the child which bothers him
Do not will not change the blood that flows in her veins
And her resentments,
Make her a stranger
But will have no influence,
In love what can a mother carry
He only avoided us,
She was such a difference to him, I ended up leaving
Knowing the consequences,
I did everything to make her change
But he didn't want to hear anything, blinded by prejudices
It was lost in advance
The color of the child which bothers him
Will not change the blood that flows in her veins
And her resentments, make her a stranger
But will have no influence,
In the love that can carry a mother
On the paths of the heart, forget the mistakes
And you will discover that beyond the colors,
This little flower only asks to be loved,
She is my life, forever
The color of the child that bothers him,
Will not change the blood that flows in his veins,
And his resentments make her a stranger
But will have no influence,
In the love that a mother can bear

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