He can never change the way he is,
He can never really try,
God made him different and unique,
He shall never ask why.
God made a casting of each life,
Then he threw the mould away,
Each child is different from the rest,
Unlike as night from day.
He can see a smile through your eyes,
He knows to care in every bend,
He’ll touch your soul in prying sigh,
He’ll make you happy till the end.
He maybe slow in all he does,
He might see no victory ever,
Yet he smiles through his heart,
He knows his love is forever.
He will hold your hand fearlessly,
Kiss your palm in praised glee,
Tell you that you’re really pretty,
And repeat himself in glorious decree.
He may not run, laugh or play,
In many ways he wont adapt,
His thoughts wander on various roads,
Sadly he’s always labelled handicapped.
They will never realise right away,
They are a leader sent from above,
With each child comes stronger faith,
In each child you envision richer love.
A child is like a butterfly in the wind,
Some fly higher than the rest,
Each one aims with their own ability,
Each butterfly unfolds life’s coloured test.