Dreams to come.
Dreams to go...

Love of a child
Is the best love of it all...

Little worlds
Fall from fate...

When dreams are dashed
And thrown away...

Shattered glass.
Broken wings...

Far from hope.
Far from faith...

Love is something you hold dear.
Hate is something you let go of...

It will come a day.
When she gets mad...

When no one heard the cry,
The angel fill to die...

When the steal met flesh,
When the heart stopped beating...

As quiet as a mouse.
As qentle as a lamb...

The joy of knowing
What is to have a babe...