We walk the same streets, under the same old sky,
But their tiny hands make the world feel wide,
Every stone and leaf, each patch of grass,
They find the magic in things I'd pass.
Through their eyes, the world comes alive,
Colors brighter, the stars seem to thrive,
Every step's a wonder, every glance a surprise,
I see it all brand new, through their eyes.
A simple park bench becomes a throne,
A quiet garden, their jungle home,
I see mountains in hills, oceans in streams,
They turn my footsteps into dreams.
Through their eyes, the world comes alive,
Colors brighter, the stars seem to thrive,
Every step's a wonder, every glance a surprise,
I see it all brand new, through their eyes.
I once thought I knew these paths and trees,
But they've painted them with memories,
Every laugh echoes, every smile stays,
They breathe life into these everyday days.
Through their eyes, the world comes alive,
Colors brighter, the stars seem to thrive,
Every step's a wonder, every glance a surprise,
I see it all brand new, through their eyes.
So let them lead, I'll follow close behind,
Rediscover the beauty I thought I'd left behind,
Through little hands and wide open skies,
I'm learning to live, through their eyes.