El Torrente

He couldn't move as seasoned as he was There was something in this one that was too much for him Please let my girl go Don't let her read this day He had a daughter, he hoped to live through Four years old, ten years to reach to this girl Detective, take note of all you've seen Like her hand still holding the smallest leaf The neck angled too far from her body And the body's position at the base of this tree Please let my girl go without knowing what I know Don't let her read this day on my face when I come home He wrote measurements on a pad of paper Noted each bruise and abrasion How could this happen to a girl so young? Please let my girl go without knowing what I know Don't let her read this day on my face when I come home Please let my girl go without knowing what I know Don't let her read this day on my face when I come home Please let my girl go without knowing what I know