her tender frail hands move around in play,
with nothing but the stars above the cot she lies on.
The stars are always silent,though.
I have been scared,
for all of you think it's not worth it.
For all of you think,
she's not worth it.
But have you ever seen her smile?
Have you ever seen her tiny eyes crinkle at the dream only her heart knows?
I have seen.
I have seen her soft touch turn into a silent kiss,
I have seen her sleep in my arms, as an abode to the tired pilgrims.
I have heard her cry, turning into those nightmares that her mother can only wipe tears for.
I have heard you all, ask the mother-- Why?
And I have told all of you,
over and over again.
Because her baby dreams make me believe,
I was a baby,too.
Because her innocent mind made me believe,
that I needn't think so much with the mind.
and just because,
she makes me happy.
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