different, but love.. is the same.
I see a child that laughs and smiles.
Unique
Smiles from cheek to cheek
but theres something different about him
Is it a bad different?
no, i see him as his own person
When he learns a new song he jumps in joy
not to interested in childrens toys
But there is one thing that I see
he can love the same as me,
He loves his new shoes,
he loves his new cards,
He loves the sunshine,
he loves to sing
And that means everything to me
he may be different,
but
he can love the same as me
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