Stained ivory marble glimmers at the edge of the woods
Silent graves behind a rusty fence
Water murmurs in a nearby brook
So small So sweet So Young
A pool of minnows
A mother’s tears
Silver flashes of life
And a blanket of tangled vines, thorns, pink roses
Seek the sun and the angel
Roots curve lovingly around a box lined with satin in the cold earth below
Little bones
Buried in the cold earth below
And the sun sparkles on the brook which speaks softly, softly
A lullaby as it gentles on its way
Soothing the mother now resting next to her child
Buried in grief
Bones reach for bones
And the sun sparkles on the brook
Casting diamonds and tears across the surface
Warming the earth
Descending to the grave
Rising to the heavens
Where the child plays in golden endless days
Hold on hold on hold on to your faith

