Little immortal children
Little immortal children
Who sleep beneath the sun�s caress,
Are no more then little children,
With no more the power to bless
Then the child in the streets
Upon his mother�s breast,
Little immortal children,
Little children more or less,
Who in children�s innocence
would place a hand across your chest
And declare that your not children,
Children�s lives are short at best.
Little immortal children,
Children is what you are,
Little immortal children
With the life time of a star.
