My [bad word] to the shore
To the world that lies before
He can't hear my sound
He's much to in tune with the ground

He sees only the tide
And the surf and the sea
He's oblivious to me calling

In years [bad word] I will still call him son
But he'll have no time to wait
He must see beyond his fate

He sees only the sun
And the wind make it free
His only defense will always be

Why walk when you [bad word]  [bad word] like the [bad word] like the [bad word] like the [bad word] like the [bad word] like the [bad word] like the [bad word] like the wind my son [bad word] like the [bad word] like the [bad word] like the [bad word] like the [bad word] like the [bad word] like the [bad word] like the wind my son

Through sheets of time
Are the wings of a bird [bad word] to the edge
To look life in the eyes

Is he holding the keys
To the world and his dreams?
His strongest defense will always be

Why walk when you [bad word] 
Why walk when you [bad word]  [bad word] like the [bad word] like the [bad word] like the [bad word] like the [bad word] like the [bad word] like the [bad word] like the wind my son [bad word] like the [bad word] like the wind
Don't turn your back, no giving [bad word] like the [bad word] like the [bad word] like the wind my son