On a lonely road, walked a man,
Burden of a lifetime he carried.
Lost in his sorrows,
He failed to see his little babe's outstreached hand
On the edge of a cliff he stood,
Smiling for the first time.
Covered in a strange mist,
he saw the maiden.
Beckoned to him she did.
He slipped, too late to realize his folly...
The end was close, pray he did for the first time...
Sudden calmness came over him,
In a small meadow surrounded by light he saw his little angel smile and say, "Your home daddy."
