Windows slid down, hot summer breeze is creeping in
On the abandoned, waiting for his mother to return...
Nothing to eat, his little sister is asleep
Determination for the longing burns

Hot desert sun is beating hard against the door
In the meantime, little baby cries...
The love that was once there is not there anymore, but
For Brooklyn - it seems to pass him by

Mother, father I'm waiting
For the love, warmth and the affection that I found
And the children who used to play and hang around,
Your angel is waiting, anticipating

Father's the hero since the day that he was born, but
For Brooklyn, this is no surprise
Overcoming any obstacle or wall,
It just makes him stronger and wise

CHORUS till end