The Eyes of a Child
I used to wake up in the morning, curse the light. Curse the day, that I wandered far away, to this wicked life.
Chorus: But now I'm growin strong, and green on the vine. Livin in the light of your smile. Watchin the days slowly driftin by through the eyes of a child.
Listen my friend if your hangin to the end of your rope. It's never to late to try again and grab a shinin ray of hope.
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Writer/s: LAURIE MARTIN STIRRATT, PORTER CARY HUDSON
