My child
Has a child
I hold a baby with skin that’s clean and fresh
That moves its head against my chest
And moves me back along the years
To the time that it was my own child
That I held there.
And in these baby eyes I see
The same look that she gave to me
When I promised that I’d make her world
A better place
When I look back over all the years
And think of all the joy and tears
Have I done the things I said I’d do
To make it a better world for you
Or have I merely let the days go by
Accepted the wrong, blamed some other guy
Said I’m much too busy, I’ve got no time
To change the world, the problem’s not mine.
My child
Has a child
And in these baby eyes I see
The same look that she gave to me
When I promised here that I’d make her world
A better place.
What if tomorrow
I took a chance
I stepped outside
This crazy dance
Will I teach you how to own up to your mistakes
Or only how to blame somebody else