My Chid Will Know She Is Loved
For I Will Sing Her Praises To Our God Above.
With Raven Hair And Dark Eyes That Stare Into The Night.
She Would Know Love Embraces Her Ever Tight
She Would Know Her Value:
Little Angel
Beautiful And Bright
She Would Never Wonder
That The Stars Were Hers
She Would Never Cry
And Whisper To The Wind
Sweet Small Prayers Of Hopelessness
And Stifled Tears Within.