Childs Eyes
To see their brown eyes
Unaffected by the world’s lies
I learn what it is to be free

From the mental slavery

When I look into their eyes
I see a beginning not the demise
To see the smiles sincere on their faces
And blissfully unaware of different races
I learn what it is to live again
I learn what it is to be free within
When I look into eyes of this child of mine
I see that my baby, my heart is colorblind
And this set my weary heart free
Maybe my dream will become reality
For he’s unaware, momma’s blood contain three
For his mommy is black, white and Indian, you see
But when people see me
They see one not three
My blood is made of different races
But of white they left no traces
Except for when they look into my grandpa’s face
They see the blood of my white race
When I look into the eyes of this child of mine
I remain grateful that’s he colorblind
When I look into my child’s brown eyes
I see the beginning not the demise.