I'm a child in your eyes mother,
and a child I'll always be.
Because I may grow in numbers,
but your eyes know not math.

For they are filled with love,
and it flows out in tears,
at every little pain,
and scratch on my skin.

They don't see my evil mother,
though sins I have made.
Because I sinned I know,
but your eyes know not judgement.

For they are filled with compassion,
which is ever growing,
and it contains misdeeds,
and my senseless actions.

I'll be a big boy someday,
and earn my bread & butter.
But never so big to not fit in your eyes,
because I'm a child in your eyes mother.