Billings, MT USA
Daughter of fate,
Everything I have wanted...
Softly compacted in to your
In your sweetness and slumber,
No one can love you as much as I do.
You are my love, my daughter.
Tomorrow holds promises, broken and not...
Even sorrow you must at sometime bear.
My love, my daughter,
Please hold your head high
Even in anger...Be proud of you!
Slumber deep and full of dreams for
"There are chords in the hearts of the most wreckless which cannot be touched without emotion."