A parent may express their hate
To a child that does not know
The anger is aimed at world or mate
But the child receives the blow
Their tender heart feels at fault
So anger and hate will grow
The parent who does not halt
Will reap the things they sow
Prisons are full of lass and lads
With potentials of princess or king
But hate planted by moms or dads
Is all their hearts will ring
Love lifts young tender hearts
For over this world to soar
So love your child from the start
You'll never need ask for more
Composed by Al Evans 2001