Clothing stains
Puddles in the rain
Splashes of water
My very young daughter
It's all part of life
It all comes and goes
Just like us
When we grow old
So have no fear
For I am here
The sun will shine
And we'll be fine
The cold will leave
The ice decease
And all that's left
Is you, so pretty
In the clothing, there are stains.
In the puddles, made from rain.
Go splash, my dear, see your reflection.
Because you have flaws, but you're perfection.
Even when you grow old and wrinkle.
You do that now, when you're out too long.
So do not fear, it's part of life.
It comes and goes, dear daughter.
We're fine.
