29 August 2012
My little girls are growing their eyes becoming dull
They are seeing life how we see it, it's messing with their skull.
Every gloomy news report, each new tale of hurt and woe,
How do I protect them so their sweetness never goes?
How do I gift to them ambition and quench their thirst for knowledge?
How do I protect their mind from growing thick as porridge
How can I encase their hearts so they are never broken
How do I subdue the need for sex and red hot passion?
It must be something fathers do - protect their little girls,
But Lord I am defenceless to the hurt from this old world.
So lord, I give them up to you to nurture, teach and guide, and lord I hope they find you soon and in you they do confide
For whilst I'll always be here too, I know they'll listen not and as time passes and I get old the things I taught will be forgot.
It's you and you alone sweet lord that can be always there as teacher, you are not an iPhone app or some glossy mag's new feature.
But there to nourish, each and every day, despite what this old life may throw,
There to keep and there to love in each and every way.
Innocence Lost • Opuss № I