My Star light, you were born with might; defeating death at birth, you are an angel born on earth. Fighting for life as a newborn; you fought for life and would not be torn. My child is guided by angels above; she is a pure child, born in love.
In the heat of battle, this woman was born. Young in age, from her mother she was torn. Taken across the land, only to be delivered into war's hand. Kindness, love and peace she does know; thirst for justice, thirst for righteousness; this is how she goes.
My little Jewel, my Emerald child, when you were born you were as tender as you were mild. When I held you in my arms singing my songs; I envisioned my words Blessing you, beautiful and strong.
Men, Women and Children, gather round; listen to these words, read how they look, hear how they sound. These words are to warn; yea there will be those whom hear, who will mourn.
In a time, in a place; far from home and space, a beautiful angel observes, records and guides: To ward man from the abyss of lies. Many souls she leads to light; though the creatures of the dark gnash and fight.
My peace, my calm little angel; how her light shines so bright. Her eyes are calming oceans of blue, which reflect her Grace and might. She brings joy and peace wherever she goes; her Spirit quiet as she grows. Animals come to her by instinct so pure; her amazing light within is their lure.