Pixote

Child is peace, tenderness, is the sweet taste
It's the plant, child is the fruit of a pain
There's no setback, no rain, no wind
It's a being of light that emerges
That eternalizes the memory for life
I wish I were a judge
To condemn evil with love

To make every little child
The most beautiful flower in the garden
A delightful song to lull
And with a smile awaken
This little one
My innocent pixote
Feeling in the air