Innocent, euphoric, those lovely eyes those lil' hands, that hold my heart carefree, joyous, often mystic with unknown their dreams intact, forbidden to my vex
reality too cruel, to those lovely children I so much miss, their tantrum to my peace once in a week, they warm my soul I give everything that I now, own
Wishes and happiness, all I can hope cycle of broken heart never amiss father, dad, their lil' voices carry I yearn to hear, see, hold, and touch my dreams
Belief is my messiah, to carry the philosophy love, joy happiness aslant to my ignorance energize self, for life is all beginning model them with truth and shower them with love
Innocent beginning's, innocent, yet breviary Material, selfish, far from their thought keep them simple, simple they will grow savant to my affairs, my boys will be my boys.
