She&#39;s got eyes of the bluest skies<br />As if they thought of rain<br />I hate to look into those eyes<br />And see an ounce of pain<br />Her hair reminds me<br />of a warm <b>safe</b> place<br />Where as a child I&#39;d hide<br />And pray for the thunder<br />And the rain<br />To quietly pass me by<br /><br />Sweet child o&#39; mine<br />Sweet love of mine<br /><br />Where do we go<br />Where do we go now<br />Where do we go<br />Sweet child o&#39; <b>mine </b> <br /><br />Sweet Child of Mine – Guns N’ Roses<br /><br /><b>Mine</b><br /><br />