What is covered by our trails? Scars we covered up with paint? Watch the preaching show alive. I would rather see the world through the eyes of a child. Through the eyes of a child. Dark good times will come and go. Times you'll need to see her smile. In mother's eyes or in my eye. I would rather feel the world through the skin of a child. Through the skin of a child. When are you menstrual child skin? That is when you let them in. Let them in before they go. I would rather feel alive with a child like so. With a child like so.