for his age hes wise hes got his mothers eyes theres gladness in his heart hes young and hes wild my only prayer is if i cant be there lord protect my child as his youth now unfolds he is centuries old just to see him at play makes me smile no matter what happens to me no matter what my destiny lord protect my child the whole world is asleep you can look at it and weep few things you find are worthwhile and though i dont ask for much no material things to touch lord protect my child hes young and on fire full of hope and desire in a world thats been raped and defiled if i fall along the way and cant see another day lord protect my child  therell be a time i hear tell when all will be well when god and man will be reconciled but until men lose their chains and righteousness reigns lord protect my child1