Tiny child   you were a miracle to me   a miracle   and you will always be   And now that I have such a lot   I’m so tired   and my miracle is not...      What is life?   did you read about it   in a magazine?   Silent lies   never give you what you need   Is there hope   for a mother and an elf on speed?      Kiss the sun hello   child in the park   Make your life a lovin’ thing   and I’m so tired   and you’re so wired   and I’m a poet   without a poem   and you are my child      “So serene”   read about us   in a magazine   Then why are we   crying by the washing machine?   Let’s run away, child   and follow a dream      Kiss the sun hello   child in the park   Make your life a lovin’ thing   The park is late   the wind is long   the trees have eyes   and you are my song   my lovely song      What is love?   Child, I am here to stand by you   and you will find   your own way   hard and true   And I’ll find mine   ’cause I’m growing with you      Kiss the sun hello   god and goddess   Make his life a lovin’ thing   and if I smile   as you reach above   the climbing bars   to see the stars—   You are my love   Child, my love