Precious

Tell me what the world is like when you're an infant
When grown-ups won't take you off their sights just for an instant

.......I miss it.......it isn't fictional -
Every piece of love you get is unconditional

Your hands contain the softest touch
As you take off and rush to play you get exhausted much

Your thoughts run deeper than the greatest oceans
That's why grown-ups watch you as you move through space and motion

It's like you take a potion filled with energy and mix
I love it when you smile 'cause I can share within your bliss

............All it takes is a glimpse....
To recognize your eyes hold the purest innocence

I guess in a sense me and you are like the same~
A desire to be loved and people always call our names~

Our fire burns so bright that nothing can put out the flame
Not the coldest nights nor the strongest of the rain