I WISH I COULD PLAY WITH YOU...

... as time goes by i see my hands, 
they tragically seems to be 
two victims of realty, 
two victims of hard work 
that i'm applying day by day 
then, what I could say to my son? 
"i'm very tired, 
i can't play with you today..." 

what i produce just disappears 
in the hands of the land property 
and, why? because i do the best 
to keep my hands a little safe 
so i can play with you all day... 
yes, keep you in my hands all day...