The world is covered by our trails
Scars we cover up with paint
Watch them preach in sour lies
I would rather see this world through the eyes of a child
Through the eyes of a child...
Darker times will come and go
Times you need to see her smile
And mother's hands are warm and mild
I would rather feel this world through the skin of a child
Through the skin of a child...
When a human strokes your skin
That is when you let them in
Let them in before they go
I would rather feel alive with a childlike soul
With a childlike soul...
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