Mild Child
James Mercer
This ten year old, smiling summer eyes
They win, they win
Their survival showed us how they could dance like angels
There was a talking on the clouds, the sun
Some young nervous head just learned to punish
Being calm inside to hide away from each your haters and their wings
He sighed and tried to hide, but I recall the alien eyes and what that felt like
'Cause they were happy laughing there, then the delayed window came
But don't allow yourself to vacantly lead any kind of virtuous life
Because each of us is both of them, one blowing out, one breathing in