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My Son's Eyes
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stuff that doesn't matter much My sons eyes
Hold all the stars
In all the skies
And in his tiny hands
He holds the future.
And though I don't know what
Tomorrow will hold,
When he's so young
And I feel so old,
I pray to God
And I pray to Fate
That he won't have
To suffer,
To find his place.
Little Jack,
Asleep on my chest,
The one I love the best,
He stirs,
And in his sleep
He sighs,
I bend my head
And kiss his eyes.
We do our best
In this busy place
To have a happy home,
But as I watch his sleeping face,
I'm thankful for
This moment with him, alone.
