AURORA Whilst covered by a trace Scars we cover up with pain Watch them preaching our lights I would rather see this world Through the eyes of a child Through the eyes of a child
Darker times will come and go Times you need to see her smile And mother's hands are warm and light I would rather feel this world Through the skin of a child Through the skin of a child
When a human strokes your skin That is when you let them in Let them in before they go I would rather feel a life Where the child likes home Where the child likes home