World is covered by your trails
Scars we cover up with paint
Watch them preach in sour lies
I would rather see the world through the eyes of a child
Through the eyes of a child
Mother is bleeding in her heart
With a sleeping child within her arms
From the river to the sea
When will every child be free?
When a human strokes your skin
That is when you let them in
Let them in before they go
I would rather feel alive with a childlike soul
With a childlike soul
I would rather see the world through the eyes of a child
Scars we cover up with paint
Watch them preach in sour lies
I would rather see the world through the eyes of a child
Through the eyes of a child
Mother is bleeding in her heart
With a sleeping child within her arms
From the river to the sea
When will every child be free?
When a human strokes your skin
That is when you let them in
Let them in before they go
I would rather feel alive with a childlike soul
With a childlike soul
I would rather see the world through the eyes of a child
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