A child is born
Precious fruit
I never thought
So now I'll give
As an old man cries
Life goes on
As another dies
On the vine
Eaten away
By father time
Comes creeping back
From the land
With the touch
Of a loving hand.
I would find
A simple heart
To beat with mine,
And yet I see
Here you are
Brighter to me
Than any star.
All of me,
And pray my soul
Shall be free.
Free from the pains
Upon my heart;
Creating with you
A brand new start,
And finally be free
Of the past:
With a real love
That will always last.
