Little immortal children
Little immortal children
Who sleep beneath the sun’s caress,
Are no more then little children,
With no more the power to bless
Then the child in the streets
Upon his mother’s breast,
Little immortal children,
Little children more or less,
Who in children’s innocence
would place a hand across your chest
And declare that your not children,
Children’s lives are short at best.
Little immortal children,
Children is what you are,
Little immortal children
With the life time of a star.