A child trying to understand the world in which they live.

Tiny footsteps on the stairs
husle of wind and air
heard the music in my head

Saw the window story read
if you find that you don't care
let the world be your stair

Saw the music on the wall
heard the widdow down the hall
sings to her child soft lulaby

Soldier boy why did he die
saved his friend from firing hell
still I hear him in the wind

Child sings a lonely song
her dolly sings along
tells the world of life alone

walks her dog to an empty home
no the family calls on the phone
mommy works the late shift

Door is locked inside out
latch is thrown like hearts about
footsteps on a cold floor

Mothers voice comforts the soul
listening children from story told
hear the wind in the trees

Sad picture will not let me be
it the voice of a raging sea
love it abounds in the child

See the picture in her room
prays her daddy will be home soon
the smile is so real

Sunday morning music sweet
outside of church in the street
footsteps three abreast

Sound of love fill the air
children playing everywhere
sunshine