Innocent Passage

hear the song of the morning dove

my precious child, calling out

across the empty fields, leading

you back, to the land of fairy tales

and dreams, where your soul shall know

kindness and sweetness once more;

do not weep my beautiful little flower,

for surely it is an innocent passage,

into this shining kingdom, where angels

softly sing, cradling you gently in

protective arms, wiping away your tears,

a place where the darkness of this world,

shall cross your face no more.

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