There there child, Dry your eyes.
Things aren’t as bad as they seem.
You’re just a babe, With Tired eyes;
Sailing in your crib on a dream.
There there child, Dry your eyes.
Things aren’t as bad as they look.
You’re just a child, With scraped up knees;
Battle wounds from your day at the brook.
There there child, Dry your eyes,
Things aren’t as bad as could be.
You’re just a teen, Who worries and sighs.
Things will get better, you’ll see.
There there child, Dry your eyes,
Things aren’t as bad as you thought.
You’re all grown up now, With a life of your own;
No longer worrying about what you’re not.
