It's just a sad, lonely, old world,
Without you to bless me in it;
And it's gotten to be so cold here,
The Earth's barely moonlit.
I can't find joy anymore,
The meaningful times I could count on one hand;
But hope prevails, because I know you are in Heaven,
In one of those bright, shimmering stars, more numerous than all the grains of sand.
When I go out into the country,
Staring at the bejeweled, glimmering night;
I feel a little warmer,
Knowing that--even if I can't hold you--SOMEONE is holding you secure and tight.
The brightest sun; it shines a unique glare,
I know that intense energy is your greatest rampart;
Safe by hundreds of light-years from Earth's torment,
You sleep, my dear infant son, in your nursery...your own Star's Heart.
