Does not my love colour the sky?

And yet my presence you daily deny

Do not my arms keep you warm at night?

And yet you always put up a fight

Does not my hand keep you from harm?

And yet you cry out in great alarm

Are not my eyes always on you?

And yet you count on your strength to get you through

My child, I love you, I won't let you go

But you must turn to me through high and through low