He's got a smile that it seems to me, reminds me of childhood memories where everything was as fresh as the bright blue sky
Now and then when I see his face, He takes me away to that special place and if I'd stare too long I'd probably break down and cry
He's got eyes of the bluest skies As if they thought of rain
I hate to look into those eyes and see an ounce of pain
His hair reminds me of a warm safe place where as a child I'd hide
and pray for the thunder and the rain to quietly pass me by!
Oh, Sweet child o' mine, Oh Sweet love o' mine!
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