The child stands still in a meadow
Looking up at the sky.
Seeing different shapes and shadows,
The small child has such marvelous eyes.
What is the age of youth
When imagination goes missing,
How is the sky so blue
Like the red of blood is crimson.
From birth, the beginning equals the start.
Small as the words with a heart so massive,
When does the adult play the role-model part,
Oh when can this feeling be burnt with passion
To witness a first smile, sentence, and step
To hear anothers' laugh caused by yourself
Explain to the child the unhealthiness of owning regrets
Have your high standards, and not a thing less.
There is all this talk about love,
Well honesty comes out when a person has soul.
Be aggressive, let the world drown in your flood.
When all else falls stay true, be you, and let your light glow.