• Thie Child


    Our child has gone to a place unknown.
    Whenever it snows, our child goes.
    If we could see our beloved one more time, our hugs and kisses would be as sweet as apple pie.
    Our tears will flow into a small stream.
    The way I see, I don't want it to be.
    If I could ssee our child's smile, it would be true, dreams could always, just maybe come true.
    But I know our child is with who she loves.
    I always see her face in the stars above.
    But as soon as we see her little smile go.
    We to, will go to a place unknown.
    But until then, when time goes by.
    We will pass the story of our "little" glory, on Fifty-Thrifty road.