I sit and watch
You lay there, asleep
Sweet peace on that soldier face
Shall I wake him with a kiss?
Or a sweet whisper of my Love in his trusting ears?
Shall I wake him at all?
No, I ponder not
For never have I seen his tattered soul
So at rest
But alas,
I am sad,…
For a small kiss on his tender lips
Would be worth more then a thousand stars
A million raindrops,
For without my Angel,
The night would be empty,
And the raindrops my tears
