The child with the golden hair

There is nobody like her
She is the Child with the Golden Hair
This precious miracle that is part of my life
There she is the little star
I know someday she will go far
 
The Child with Golden Hair
I wonder how she will fair
She is the mistress of her thoughts
now infant she will grow into something she will have brought
 
She is the Angel on Earth who knows about her Angel in Heaven
Not a year she was when he was taken from their lives
She soon will no longer be the only one
a second daughter to join her or a first son
 
So who is this child with the golden hair
for she is Anais, for she is my saviour, for she I will always stand proud.


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