What can be done with the spirit of a child?
Come with me, there is extreme love about
Take my hand, be gentle and mild
Dry your tears, stop the pain, the pout
Life takes the shape of gold
Given to us by the tears of the Lord
He gave us courage, and a heart that's bold
Pumping life he is, with a touch of lore
Fighting blades and increased haze
There he is giving us the life
Love shows, a blinding blaze
Leaving out shame, lust, and strife
Can a woman or man see the truth?
Is there hope for the children's song?
Once they are young, stay with the youth
The Lord gives life, and he does belong
Again take my hand, to the seas we go
Ride on a ship, the destiny lies afar
Love pours in, not stopping more and more
See the sights, live the bizarre
God gave me life the gift I received
He loves me, to much, but fair
I do love him, I do believe
God bless me, and take care.