Well the key to my survival was never in much doubt the question was how I could keep sane trying to find the way out
things were never easy for me peace of mind was hard to find and I needed a place where I could hide somewhere I could call mine
I didn't think much about it tell it started happening all the time soon I was living with the fear everyday of what might happen that night
I couldn't stand to hear the crying of my mother and I remember when I swore that, that would be the last they'd see of me and I never went home again
they said time is a healer and now my wounds are not the same I rang the bell with my heart in my mouth I had to hear what he'd say
He sat me down to talk to me He looked me straight in the eyes
He said:
You're no son, no son of mine You're no son, no son of mine You walked out, you left us behind and you're no son, no son of mine
oh his words how they hurt me, I'll never forget it and as the time, it went by, I lived to regret it
You're no son, no son of mine but where should I go, and what should I do you're no son, no son of mine but I came here for help, Oh I came here for you
Well the years they passed slowly I thought about him everyday what would I do, if we passed on the street would I keep running away
in and out of hiding places soon I'd have to face the facts we'd have to sit down and talk it over and that would mean going back
they said time is a healer and now my wounds are not the same I rang the bell with my heart in my mouth I had to hear what he'd say
He sat me down to talk to me He looked me straight in the eyes
He said:
You're no son, no son of mine You're no son, no son of mine You walked out, you left us behind and you're no son, no son of mine
oh his words how they hurt me, I'll never forget it and as the time, it went by, I lived to regret it
You're no son, no son of mine but where should I go, and what should I do you're no son, no son of mine but I came here for help, Oh I came here for you
You're no son, no son of mine...
Compositores: Phillip David Charles Collins (Phil Collins), Anthony George Banks (Tony Banks), Michael John Cleote Crawford Rutherford (Mike Rutherford) ECAD: Obra #27979 Fonograma #1298901