An empty book waiting to be filled, with pages clear and white...
A pure soul,so magnificently clean like glass that's polished bright...
A staircase ever winding, no stops and no dead ends...
A simple path so straight and perfect with no sharp turns or bends...
No fear of the future, unknown to them are lies...
No rush, no need for reason... is what you'll see in a baby's eyes

Such strong emotions displayed, still untampered with by minds...
Like windows to the soul, not yet covered by ages blinds...
A heart that knows no hurting, knows just the simplest forms of love...
A gentleness so calming and absolute like something from the above...
No fear of the future, unknown to them are lies...
No rush, no need for reason is what you'll see in a baby's eyes

Embrace the world with wonder, caution still just a word...
An eagerness to explore and discover with the freedom of a bird...
Fresh from God's workshop, just from nature's cradle...
Wholesome in their innocence although dependent and not yet fully able...
There's still no fear of the future, unknown to them are lies...
No rush, no need for reason is what you'll see in a baby's eyes