Beauty of the Children - David Holmes
Half of my life's been spent
Trying to pay the rent,
Keeping my hands upon the wheel.
Strapping on my coat and tie
To let you know I'm a serious guy
While I'm keeping inside the things I feel.
I look into the young ones' eyes,
Let them help me realize
I'm forgetting what the world is for.
How can I ever want more
When we've got
The beauty of the children shining everywhere.
The yellow turns to grey.
The magic fades away,
Weaker with every year we age.
We explain the things we see.
We keep reality locked
Like a bird inside a cage.
Look into the young ones' eyes.
Let them brighten up your skies.
Let them tell you what you're living for.
How can you ever want more
When we've got
The beauty of the children shining everywhere.
They say what's on their minds.
They draw outside the lines.
They know a thousand ways to spend the day.
Can you remember what you knew
When you were only two?
Can the child in you come out to play?
Look into the young ones' eyes.
Let them brighten up your skies.
Let them tell you what arms are for.
How can you ever want more
When we've got
The beauty of the children shining everywhere.
© 1987 David Holmes