I stare at the Child, glance into his Eyes open wide
Dark brown like the feathers of eagles in the flowin sky
So deep they seem to go inside and reach past the surface
Not to Be worthless, this seed will Know his purpose
His hair matches his Eyes as He passes me by
Electric patches arise to form flashes in skies
This seed will Be Freed and in turn lead his people
Past the tears that bleed, plagued by greed and evil
At a glance his features slightly vary from mine
But with a Wisdom that I Know will carry the time
It never cease to amaze me how the streets keep me crazy
When the heat beating hazy, it never beats the baby
Determined to grow as He learning the flow
Of how thoughts seem to plot, it Be burning me slow
But he earning it mo', Peace of Mind is nearer
I take one last look at him and step away from the mirror
Inspired by: the Child in all of us and growing up too fast
