Beautiful people, sweet with vanity.
Like a peacock growing with color.
Shine a little bright with a tiny cheek twinkle,
Fight and nurture, power so gentle.
A young one holding back,
Father\'s virtue so dull,
Against nature to hold back,
Modesty means so little.
Go with the power, leave guilt behind,
The weight of love ain\'t worth a dime.
Only when you go into unknown depths
And bring back the strength to build real love.
One boy has wit, another without fear,
And one observes the rest.
To write a poem to one means little,
While one inspired to test.
Laying flat, old gray beard,
The sun above stings,
Years of work seems so little till God takes your heart and sings.
I see you little ones dance a dream, full of mistakes, destined to fail.
But within that innocent heart i see, go, i say go with hearts and suns and sing for mistakes aren\'t always what they seem.