I solute people with creative minds
They see things I think is hard to find
Nothing but a stool and a man
But yet he’s redoing the world at the tip of his hand
Colors have more meaning to him
Words give him chills down his limbs
Looking at the world through a child’s eye
This man isn’t an ordinary guy

I have respect because I know your brain is hurting
Thinking of simple minded people as a burden
You’re not a child you just think wild
Ordinary people to you are just mild
You can take a book and make a movie in your head
Making everything you touch shed

I have in interest in you
Always seeing what’s new 
Nothing is just what it is
But it’s always big

I wish I could think like a grown up big kid