The Child

sometimes she smiles
when she sleeps
sometimes she shakes
sometimes she weeps
but nothing ever
is for keeps
so let the child play

and all she wants
is all you've got
and all you're worth
and all you're not
but what she wants
cannot be bought
so let the child take

you are the wings
that make her fly
the epitaph
the day she'll die
though you can't reach her
she'll say 'try'
so let the child dream

and hold her close
to numb the sting
she'll make you happy
make you sing
but if she's not
your everything
then let the child run