Damien Rice - On children

Your ^Amchildren are not your c^Ghildren, They're the so^Fns and daughters of Life's longing for it^Cself, They come th^Dmrough you, not f^Amrom you Though they'r^Fe with you, they belong to the^Emselves.

You may g^Amive them your love, but not your th^Goughts, For th^Fey have thoughts of their o^Cwn, You may h^Dmouse their bodies, not their souls^Am, For their so^Fuls dwell in the ho^Euse of tomo^Amrrow, Which you c^Fannot visit,^E not even in your d^Amreams.

Oooo^Foooh, Oooo^Amooooh Oo^Fooh, Oo^Dmooh, Oooo^Amooooh

You may st^Amrive, to be like t^Ghem, but se^Fek not to make them like y^Cou. For l^Dmife goes, not back^Amward nor tar^Fries with yeste^Erday.

You are the b^Amows from which your chi^Gldren, as living arr^Fows are sent fo^Crth, The Ar^Dmcher sees the mark upon the p^Amath of the infinite, and He be^Fnds you, w^Eith His m^Amight that H^Fis arrows m^Eay go swift and f^Amar.

O^Fooooo^Goh, Oooo^Amoooooooh Oo^Fooh, Oo^Dmooh, Oooo^Amoooooooh O^Fooooo^Goh, Oooo^Amoooooooh Oo^Fooh, Oo^Dmooh, Oooo^Amoooooooh

May your ben^Fding in the Archer's h^Gand be for gla^Amdness, For even as He lo^Fves the arrow that fl^Gies, He loves the bow that is st^Amable, May your ben^Fding in the Archer's h^Gand be for gla^Amdness, For even as He lo^Fves the arrow that f^Dmlies, He loves the bow that is st^Amable

Oooo^Foooh, Oooo^Gooooh, Oooo^Amooooooo oooo^Amooooh Oooo^Foooh, Oooo^Gooooh, Oooo^Amooooooo oooo^Amooooh