My blessed child,
born full of grace.
My hand trembles
when I touch your face.

When I look into those soft eyes
You wash away years,
of pain, deception and lies.

One day I'll be old
And I’m sure mostly gray,
And I'll have already sent you
Rightfully on your way

Many worlds will you discover
Hand in hand
With your new lover.

Even when you're gone and free
Always know that you
Can return to me

With open arms, I'll be waiting
As long as this heart of mine
Is still beating.