My child, My pride

Written by: Caroline Cécile Delacroix

This child In whom I pride Born of my flesh and blood Taken from me on a cold night, My cries And I Time after time Look high and low, tireless As I sense, yet see not where you hide, Sent spies At night To roam the skies And throw my shooting stars That you can see my Light conquers The night And I Have heard your cries Keep your eyes on lightbeams A force that will turn you alight And I Will find You, and you, I Tied together as one Melting all fears and tears; in you I pride. © March 2012