Oh, blessed eyes of infancy,
unknowable love of misery,
I will lend to you my fatherly face,
for your sleepy breath
and all sin erased.

Be still in sight, make a man of me,
let me tend to you, my mimicry.
I will lend to you mistakes of my past,
to devour a lesson
that is built to last.

Oh, brand new eyes of innocence,
Impatient love of my descent,
I will hold you with strength I’ve never possessed,
I will tend to your soul,
I will beat in your chest.