Children weep over parent’s misfortune But often say nothing of their own pain And parents wrapped up in their own sad torture Miss the hurt their kids feel once again.
If only we let ourselves see from their view Perhaps we’d all better understand If we just took that extra moment or two Sometimes they just want a hand.
There’s no greater love than that of a child But often, they feel over-awed We don’t really need any book that’s compiled To see they want love and accord.
The man in you will know this is true The woman, of course she will know It depends entirely on your point of view But I like to see children glow.