El Torrente - Minus The Bear

He couldn’t move as seasoned as he was

There was something in this one

That was too much for him

He had a daughter he hoped to live through

Four years old, ten years reach to this girl

Please let my girl go Without knowing what I know

Don’t let her read this day

On my face when I come home

Detective, take note of all you see

Like her hand still holding the smallest leaf

Her neck angled too far for her body

And her body’s position at the base of this tree

He took measurements on a paper pad

Noted each bruise and abrasion

How could this happen to a girl so young?