The Children's Eyes
~~~~Brianna the Precious~~~~
The Children's Eyes
Can you feel the heart within the eyes
Of innocents . . . A journey gone
They are the lamp that never dies
To feed the soul before the dawn
They speak . . . The tender voice that cries
Restore the joy of doe and fawn
Their Light, He will but not deny
Alas . . . We read the children's eyes
Amen
Michael