• A child sent from above
    we are graced by thee
    your eyes hold inncents
    that is nonexcited anymore

    Dont let it fade
    never let your inncents fade
    couse its purfect
    Like a newborn kitten

    Yours so frigial
    I fear you might break
    your skin is soft
    not roughed by life

    Inncents
    You hold is unmatchable
    Baby. sweet, baby
    full of inicents.