Writers: Kim Patton Johnson/Devon O'Day **** Intro: I knew this kid, his name was Michael He was only four years old We sat on a rock and started talkin' And he told me things I didn't know He said yesterday he was an Indian And how he played with buffalo Well I got a sense that he had been there And he made me really wanna go Remember waitin' all year for December Thought God was cryin' when it rained And that the stars were fireflies Dreams were real and big as life It was foreve--r everyday I was tuckin' in my little girl She held my hand and we said a prayer I prayed, "Bless Grandma with the angels." And she said, "Hey Mom, she's standin' over there." Well, I couldn't see her but I don't doubt it Maybe 'cause I'm older and less wise What if Heaven?s all around us But only seen through children?s eyes CHORUS They say when you're old you're a child again But do we have to wait 'till the------n CHORUS Forever... I knew this kid, his name was Michael