Through these broken walls

This is my daughter, and I am afraid to touch her,
my hands are not even close.
I can see her listening, to what I said, behind me.
Feeling how it flows.
Reminds me of my friends,
reminds me of an open door.
Watch my back and tell me…
If I am touching the floor.

Goodbye my old man,
It´s everything that you can pay for
all those old lies that you said to me
through these broken walls.

I have never been here before the time you hunted me
And kept my heart enclosed.
Only in my mind is the master key that you gave me
to walk on this road.
If you do it yourself,
nothing will stop you at all,
If you miss me someday
this is what I leave for you.