Oh, my beautiful child,
With your lovely grace,
Making the sun glare at your
Lovely face, though you live
In a place of nothing but disgust
And sadness disgrace.

Oh, my beautiful child,
With your venturous pace,
Making your own glorious preface,
Though you live among with
A terrible race, you are not to
Be forever replaced.

Oh, my beautiful child,
With your hazel eyes,
Leaning over the praying skies,
With Pazel by your side,
And ruling the endless Oceanside,
You have nothing to hide.

Oh, my beautiful child,
With your dynamic hair,
Making everything a flair,
Though you live in a world of a
Darkness glare, You are still
Nothing to compare.

Oh, my beautiful child,
With your whimsical twirls,
Creating such beautiful pearls,
Though with a world that constantly
Furls, your heart never curls.

Oh, my beautiful child,
You live in a world of nothing but full disgust
And sadness disgrace; but when the dawn
Begins to prevail the story of your forever tale,
For may I commence to tell about the dawn-light
Smile on face, you savior of the human race.