...that someone let in.... just missing my baby.. när otillräcklighetens gråa skuggar lägger sig över ens själ, kropp och tanke så känner man sig frusen, stel, ensam.
You are my dearest one, I have not another
Sleep warm and soft in the arms of your mother,
Sleep soft, my darling, my trouble and treasure
Dream of pretty things, dream of your pleasure.....
miss you everyday
i just dont want to miss you tonight....
