Confession Of A Child

If the world is not made for this smile It's just an accident injurious and futile. Or it's a bye-product thrown in the space But this innocent face, its glace, its grace Thanks giving for a surprise victory in a game Confessing with smile and with a little shame Attractive, heart catching an excuse though lame In that to win the match dishonest she became I do not see His face but I listen to His voice I call Him Dear God, it's my personal choice Overlooking her confession and congratulating Forces me to believe I had been under rating The world where there's beautiful smile of a child May be a little naughty but cute and mild Can neither be a bye product nor an accident It's man made, I'm sure, if there's a dent.