How innocent it is when we adapt and ever change
and wonder to find a bird perched by a birdbath quenching its thirst
we grow faster than things we fight for survival
but we also think of stories that would not be there.
A little girl still holds our heart and trembles at
life's little turns, how far would the road take...
she shows the path but we follow it almost undone
yet at the end nothing equals than the glitter of her face.
The world is not what we believe unless it is
for the laughter of a girl is sometimes enough to bewilder
the height of our indifference and meaningless pursuits
we gave never attention to happiness of life.
