Mother's little freckled boy,
His father's pride,
A little beauty sweet beloved,
The sunshine of their lives.
There's something in the air tonight,
Send greetings to the other side,
Resting by your teddy's side,
Sleeping without guilt,
With magic in your mind inside,
No war inside your dreams.
Gonna see the life below,
Dead means when you touch the ground,
No God will pray the world to leave,
'Cause God himself the one who did.
The truth with dirt, in it's face,
With bubble in his hair,
Innocence of babyhood,
Never really care.
I let you go, leave me alone,
My work is done now it's your turn,
I can't look back just say goodbye,
Appeared to me, so shinning bright,
How many ears need a man,
to hear the people cry?
How many times a man must look,
Before he see the sky?
How many years a mountain need,
Before it washed to the sea?
How many times some people need,
To get allowed to live?