While browing the internet and thinking about Sinulog, a simple thought just slips on my mind. I was able to remember the children on the streets, I simply just thought my childhood, that somehow there was a time that I needed love, care , and answers to my questions. I was able to recall this song:
Show me how
I am small, I'm just a child, I'm still learning right from wrong.
How am I supposed to know? Won't you take some time for me?
Chorus:
Show me how, take me by the hand.
Lead the way you want me to go.
Give me love and understanding,
and sometimes I may need a hug.
Show me how to love, show me how.
Though my eyes you move so fast,
Tell me where is everybody going,
In my world there's just today,
How can I stop this pain from growing.
(repeat chorus)
show me how, show me how.. show me how..
The questions of a child, how could I answer if my son will asked me..how could I show these things in this world today?
How about you, how would you feel, when a child will sing or will ask these questions to you?