• Wind rustles the leaves on the trees
    while moon beams shine on the sleeping form.
    I watch in awe, the sleeping girl, at peace within this evil world.
    Her tiny hand in mine i hold, a small smile on her face.
    Around her finger i've been wrapped, hers i have been dubbed.
    I'd be a lier if to say she has no special place in my heart.
    I feel a joy in this moment that has to be a sweet sweet dream.