For very few things in life are unadulterated and pure,
Even fewer untouched by the filth of this world;
To be so clean and yet stay just that way- are our children,
Let us know what they are worth.
I smile when I see one smile,
And I cry hard when one does;
The child’s smile is not one of pride nor the cry one of despair,
I remember I was once the same, a shame I’ve degenerated beyond repair.
To love unconditionally and hate no soul,
It must take a heart of gold.
Yes that is God, the child speaks his tones,
And here I stand worshiping stones.
To not judge men and be nice to each,
Is all that an innocent child speaks;
To love and be loved, is what life’s all about,
Through them, He wants us to preach.