Note: A song for Grand Duchess Maria Romanov (2011)
Call me your angel, your precious one
I may be little but I’ll grow up strong
And like all girls I have my dreams
Made up of roses and starry scenes
Give me a husband that works real hard
Ten children playing in the yard
Give me my sisters now and forever
So we can bring our children up together
But most of all give my brother his health
For it all I will trade my wealth
Once we went sailing like the sailors do
They even dressed us up like sailors too
I want each day like that if you will
Made up of roses and daffodils
Grant my dear father the gift to see
The good all sorts of people can be
Give all the children a warm place to lie
That they will never have the need to cry
But most of all give my brother his health
For it all I will trade my wealth
The roads are rocky and dreams seem far
People no longer like who we are
They said my father brought upon strife
So one night for that they traded my life
I see no need to mourn material things
I’d much prefer to materialize my dreams
For a better world I think we both would agree
Oh Heavenly Father, grant this prayer for me
Give me my father and my mother too
My brother’s health and we’ll pay you all you’re due
Give me my sisters until eternity ends
Oh Lord forever amen
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Loved by The Sun
PoetryA collection of songs and poetry. Some I wrote just for sake of it and others are for my own stories. Still a couple that I wrote for the stories of other people. Each song/poem is accompanied by the year it was written and some have videos. I enjoy...
