"See that you do not despise one of these little ones,
for I tell you, their angels in heaven always behold the
face of my Father in heaven."

After much soul-searching (yes, I have one)
I'm electing to keep this page up but
will omit the details. The little soul
knows who I am and I know this little angel.

And we'll just keep it private between us.

So, for you my little precious,
and for all little ones like you,
I'll leave you this song:

Come into these arms again
And lay your body down
The rhythm of this trembling heart
Is beating like a drum

It beats for you
It bleeds for you
It knows not how it sounds
For it is the drum of drums

It is the song of songs

Once I had the rarest rose
That ever deigned to bloom
Cruel winter chilled the bud
And stole my flower too soon

Oh loneliness, Oh hopelessness

To search the ends of time
For there is in all the world
No greater love than mine

Still falls the rain
Still falls the night
Be mine forever

Let me be the only one
To keep you from the cold
Now the floor of heaven's laid
With stars of brightest gold

They shine for you, they shine for you
They burn for all to see

Come into these arms again
And set this spirit free