From Me to You
Hush beautiful child,
don't you cry.
The angels have gone,
the rivers have dried.
The demons roam
we have no place to call home.
Hush beautiful child,
don't you cry.
The crack of lighting,
only the flash of a camera.
The rumble of thunder,
only the growl of cars gone by.
Hush little angel don't you cry,
open those bright eyes.
Look into mine and know all will be alright.
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