I see through your innocence,
a plethora of change
as you cry that first day.
I see in your eyes,
a vision of a flowing ocean
carrying ship loads of gifts.
In your eyes of sunshine,
brigandage melt like wax,
mountains turn to pebbles.
In your eyes, I see moon beam
shinning brighter, glowing
through dark spots
like a fresh-lit bush fire
In your eyes, I see hope strong,
I see favour, wealth
make return journey.
Your eyes, harbinger of greatness
wiping away years of sorrow
I see change in your eyes,
my little.
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