A child is born to this great world,
To the whole world he shines,
A ball of love surrounds him,
He has a non beaten mind.
No money does this boy possess,
He's the height of your knee,
Yet his fresh thoughts of beauty,
Set his ambitions free.
As he walks finding his sweet dreams,
His innocent beauty fades,
For the first time in his life,
On his own he lays.
It isn't what he dreamed of,
It isn't what he chose,
Watching all his doors of hope,
Watching these doors close.
2006-09-26
14:05:14
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