In the eyes of a child
Everything is perfect
No qualms or hatred
All is just so perfect
In the eyes of a child
He is seriously at work
When he is building a castle
Or playing with his toys
In the eyes of a child
Every wrong thing he sees
Becomes correct once done
By the old ones before him
In the eyes of a child
You’ll see the cherubic
Ignorance unblemished
Until his conscious reaches
The age of the evil