How many bad things in the world
Hypocrisy, selfish ends of any sorts
But there is a beauty that I know
It’s a children who’ve never seen a storm
They must sleep so sweetly
Sniffing gently on a pillow
I hope they don’t have nightmares
And stress..

All about what you dream  [bad word] [bad word] you will see
If your heart is still pure
All around will be like you

How much good in them
How much love they're willing to give back
We must awaken a child 
Within our heart
I can only admire
Your light that emanates from eyes
Sleep, baby, sleep, baby-sweet
Sleep, sleep.