Sometimes happy, sometimes sad.
They can be angry, as well as bad.
Love can flow, and hate can too.
A child's eyes, when they look at you.

Mysterious and secretive, in there own way.
What are they thinking, what you wish they could say.
You can look very deep, but you won't find a thing.
Sometimes they'll look up, to the Lord they will sing.

Help me, love me, leave me alone.
They live in the ways, in which they are shown.
A tear may fall, down the cheek it will ride.
Sometimes all they need, is a friend at there side.

They can be happy, love will show the way.
Perking right up, when there asked out to play.
Gentle is what, they ought to be.
But a child's eyes, reflects what it can see.

Love your child, so they know what is true.
Because they all want to grow up, to be just like you.
Treat them good, and teach them wrong from right.
Read them poems, when you wish them good-night.