Through The Eyes Of A Child

Sunday, spatter on the pane

Sat up on the bus in my usual place

It's gone late, I'm holding takeaway

Glad to see the back of another day

From the back come a sound, turn and look around, hostile eyes meet mine

Can't be more than nine, all alone at night, no soul in sight

Through the eyes of a child, all the smallest life is fully grown

All the world is far away from home

I look away and stare across the rain

The streetlight on the lane

I got no right to complain

My life, was pleasure with the pain

A grounding off my dad doesn't seem so bad

Bless the rough little boy growing up too fast

Now the dice been cast

What a bundle of joy, haunted from the past

These ghosts live on

Through the eyes of a child, all the smallest life is fully grown

All the world is far away from home

Through the eyes of a child all the sights are traced into the bone

One day he'll have children of this own

Through the eyes of a child, pathways passed on like precious stones

Through the eyes of a child