These are my tiny hands That play and touch and feel Curious to know what it's all about Wanting to know what's real
These are my hands Small as they may be To touch you and to hold you My hands you have given me When I am grown, look to these Remember how they touched you Remember how they held you Remember how tiny they were indeed
For every Beauty there is an eye somewhere to see it. For every Truth there is an ear somewhere to hear it. For every Love there is a heart somewhere to receive it. I belive in Beauty, Truth and Love !