To my little Olivia

Time is running and running,
fast or slow, never stop,
bringing sadness or funning,
dropping down from the top.

All is left from my life time
planted trees and my kids,
all I have is a striped tie,
nether gold, dime or bids.

What a wonderful feeling,
little hands giving hug,
love inspires and heeling,
no more pain, no more drug.

          Have you seen granddaughter my Olivia?
          Such a lovely face, such a lovely face,
          such a lovely face!

           Come to see granddaughter my Olivia,
           See her sunny smile,
           watch her graceful dance ...

Our princesses and angels,
pretty girls and brave boys
born here, in Los Angeles
where life really boils.

People needs to be careful,
not to brake tender souls,
fragile world their colorful
keep forever in whole.

           ...Oh, common let's go to see my all grandchildren,
           How sweet they are,full of warmth and smart,
           Prey for them to grow up in peace and freedom,
           Bringing joy to home,bringing love from heart...