I love my little babies, How they grow more each day, How they stretch out their arms, And make room for more little buds. Then they blossom into beautiful beings. Oh how they bring smiles and love to the world. I love my little grown up babies.
I don't care what they think about me. I don't care what they say about me. I don't care what they do about me. All that matters is what I think about me.
The grass is green. The trees are brown. The sun is yellow. The clouds are white. The sky is blue. But are all these colors the same to me as they are to you?
You can see the world through the eyes The eyes of the hopeful The eyes of the happy The eyes of the joyful The eyes of the angry The eyes of the broken The eyes of the tired The eyes of the spoken You can see the world through the eyes Look into them See the reflection And then you'll know... Their world.