The child born into death's embrace felt at home; she
was ready, with skin and lips pale and blue; oh how
he needed you, baby blue. He knew you were too
pure, but he needed to be sure. Baby blue, oh how
your soul lights up this dark world.
The child all grown up, feels alone and scared; she
knows her calling, he's waiting for the perfect time to
call her home. She's not done here; not yet. She is a
beacon of hope; baby blue, oh how you've shown
just how bright to shine.
