When darkness falls and 
the earth grows still The 
moon will begin to rise, The 
andles of heaven will begin 
to burn And the angel will 
close her eyes. As the crickets
call throughout the night The 
angel will slowly begin to drift 
asleep The crickets sing her a 
lullaby And in her mind, dreams 
will creep. With her head raised 
upon a pillow, which we both will 
share, I will pull the covers over her
body to keep her warm; I will kiss 
her goodnight with such gentle care.  
      
      
Unknown  Wild
       - 17 years, 6 months, 7 days ago