Angels comes crawling

Down the street of lullabies

Little child don’t worry

All feelings are now lost

The world is not the future

Tomorrow may bee gone

Little child don’t worry

You have a heart of stone

In a cold an grey September morning

Your mother had to leave

Little child don’t worry

Your sorrow she will feed

“A mother is God in a child’s eyes”

But her God will not foresee

The pain that lies ahead of me

Mom’s little angel comes crawling

Singing a lullaby

Her wings has lost its feathers

Her skin is full of scars