Precious Child
Oh, sweet child, you are precious,
too precious for words;
and the sky echoes up above.
When I look at the stars
in the darkest night,
with a whisper, I send you my love.
Although we are parted,
You'll always be here,
for I carry you in my heart.
When I look at the stars
in the darkest night,
with a whisper, I send you my love.
Meanwhile I will carry
the hope in my heart
that one day we will meet again,
until then I'll remember
and whisper your name.
These words will always remain:
Oh, sweet child, you are precious,
too precious for words,
and the sky echoes up above.
When I look at the stars
in the darkest night,
with a whisper,
I send you my love.
Copyright © Patricia Firmin | Year Posted 2011
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