by Moeze Lalji

Created on: January 23, 2009

Hey my friend
This thing called love
Come on in

Sit with us
Explain to my
Kids

What you are all
About

I tell them you
Are like a baby

All the time
You need looking
After

It is not what the
Movies show
On DVD for making money

It is like farmers
Growing seeds of love
On their love farms

T this thing called love
H hold my hands
I I am a child
S see what I am saying

T this thing called love
H hold my hands
I I am a child
N not a perfect child
G give me room to play

C call me out of your soul
A all the time locked in
L leaves me blind sick
L leaves me blind confused
E every time I can play love
D discover by holding my hands

L love to love
O only if you hold me tight
V visiting all your gifts of life
E every child wants gifts of love

So bring him out
With caring feelings
Once he grows with support
He will love you
Forever for
All your spiritual
And material dimensions

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