Arms enfold
with gentlest care-
rest easy little one;
sweet dreams.
Nestle within
the strains of love-
musical inspiration
fuled by a soul-
Angelic soul-
of a child.
Tenderly,
peaceful chords,
they have enlightened
and guided-
within the light of your eyes,
my joy has found
euphoria,
born from your innocent cry.
Gift from the Heavens,
how can this be-
youth to guide
this soul in age,
that has lived of this earth
so long-
gone so far-
and yet has learned so little-
grown so little...
The strains of this simple melody
bring to me peace,
such as I have never known-
blessing my presence,
filling my soul-
you have given
so much,
for one so little-
and I have this to give-
take my heart
little Angel-
in return;
your purity has saved me.