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Eyes of a Child
He is so young, so sweet
Doesn't yet know,
All the seacrets
This world will force him to keep.
He believes in miracles
That it will all work out in the end
Thinks that no one is deillusional
They just need friends
He puts out a hand
Even if you are not willing to take it
And you can get over bad habbits
If you are willing to break them
When I asked him why
He smiled and told me to try harder
To find the good in everyone.
To me it`s all coming from the soul of a child
He wakes up every morning
Always goes to school
Shares his things with everyone
Says his please and thank yous
No one has done him wrong yet
His heart stays pure as gold
Does'nt listen to what they say
His Santas clause hoax has yet to unfold
The world is still a big place
For him it's wonderous and wild
He could sit for hours seaching for the moons face
On the time of a curious child
He may be small
But not for long
Because in awhile
He will be big and strong
Then he'll see all the dark
Hiding behind the light
Being the vimmy ridge lark
Above the war and fights
Maybe he won`t be innocent anymore
Or maybe he`ll change for the worst
That thought makes my heart sore
His perfect perception burst
For now he`s in his own world
That way it shall stay
Like the filth in his curls
From the sandbox in which he plays
Right now he`s walking up to me
With his boyish grin
Carrying a toy crocodile
If only for awhile
What would you give to see the world with the eyes of a child?
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