By Original Work
Sleep %s darling boy,
We drift away in cradle soft,
With guardian near in our hearts,
And when you wake.
Through fields of amber we roam,
Where songs softly call,
The memory finds a home,
And warm shines through all.
Let hope fill the air,
And peace fill our souls,
For time beyond compare,
And memories that never grow old.
So drift away and pray, friends,
With guardian near filling each day,
Till dreams guide us home again,
And we find our home for aye.
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