I knew this kid, his name was Micheal
He was only 4 years old
We sat on a rock and started talkin'
And he told me things I didn't know
He said yesterday he was Indian
And how he played with buffalo
Well i got the send that he had been there
And he made me really want to go
I remember waiting all year for December
Thought God was crying when it rained
That the stars were fireflies
Dreams were real and big as life
It was forever, everyday
I was tuckin' in my little girl
She held my hand and we said a prayer
I prayed, "Bless Grandma with the angels"
And she said, "Hey Mom, shes standin over there"
Well, I couldn't see her but I don't doubt it
Maybe 'cause I'm older and less wise
What if Heavens all around us
But only seen through children's eyes
They say when your older your a child again
But do we have to wait 'till then
Knew this kid his name was micheal