The Dying Child

Come lay and be with me my love, Your love is what I need to have. With your love as pure as the rain, Takes away the fear and the pain. Your touch so soft like the wind, Cleanse my soul as I come to end. Now my soul can go straight above, For I’ve lived and I fell in love. Every leaf falls from that old tree, Like hours falling away from me. And just like that very old tree, I shall be remembered to thee. Now I must leave this world my love, Spread these wings and go straight above. My god has been so good to me, If this is His will let this be.