Oh child of mine asleep thou be and most times crying lustily,
I shed a tear as o'er I watch tho not for fear of mine own such,
As for I know what future brings for thee it waits within the wings,
And in the passing of the hour, that I must crumble leaving thee,
Alone as thou must surely be, in such a world of villainy.
The trials that I hast faced so far doth lie in wait for thee my child,
And surely as the day doth break thou must those trials one day face,
I pray the lord watch over thee as I shall but an angel be,
As out into this world thou tread alone, it fills me with such dread,
What awaits thee I doth pray aloud within the confines of my shroud.
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