Frűhstűck - Kid

Still so fresh from the makers table
Clean innocence - your face
I guess it is the bright hope in your eyes
that cracks this nut, you melt my heart

You confront again the selfish boy in me
Looking for attention - to get his way
You bring out the best and the worst of me
Thanks to you, I'm no longer child

Time seems so short
I love to see you grow up
Yet something in me wants to keep you small
It's the kind of love that hurts - letting go

So sing my child and dance your dance with joy
It really wasn't me that taught you these first steps

The Father dances with both of us
Because of you I see
a glimpse of His face, a taste of his pain
the light of his smile, anger of His love