When precious children look into my eyes
They should not see things I despise
Rather love should always be
In my eyes for them to see.
But should I fail to satisfy their gaze
And somehow in their eager minds I raise
Questions left for those who follow soon
And with their precious spirits will commune.
Let No one take these innocents astray
Or change their golden skies to shades of gray.
Let no path to riches for them be denied
And in their hearts may love always abide.
By their holy innocence we're awed
Surely they are precious gifts from God.