| Torn |
|---|
| My little love |
| Held and torn |
| Beyond my eyes |
| Sky turns to gray |
| And it’s cold, so cold |
| I’ll wait to hear |
| A sing song poem |
| It’s hummed by the child |
| So simple yet wise |
| I suppose |
| Sing again |
| Softly this time |
| Sing again |
| Quietly mine |
| You’re held and torn |
| My little love |
| Your sun-kissed life |
| Apart and away |
| I’ll wait to see |
| What comes what may |
| Sing again |
| Softly this time |
| Sing again |
| Quietly mine |
| You’re held and torn |
| Sing again |
| Softly this time |
| Sing again |
| Quietly mine |
| You’re held and torn |
