My Child, My Beatiful Child, How I Miss Those Bleatiful Sky Eyes, That Now My Child Has Only Lost To Grey Sky Clouds.
My Child, My Beatiful Child, How I Miss Those Eyes of Stary Night, That Now My Only Child's Eyes Shine Of Blackness And Fear.
My Child, My Beatiful Child, How I miss Those Loving Eyes, That Now My Only Child Has Is THE BLANKNESS OF STARES LOST TO HIS OWN SCARY WORLD I DON'T UNDERSTAND.
THOSE LOST EYES OF MY ONLY CHILD, HOW I MISS THOSE BEAUTIFUL EYES.


© Dawn Griffith