Goodnight my Angels....

A lullaby for the pre-conceived notions of my children:

Blessed, by Elton John

Hey you,
you’re a child in my head
You haven’t walked yet
Your first words have yet to be said
But I swear you’ll be blessed

I know
you’re still just a dream
Your eyes might be green
Or the bluest that I’ve ever seen
Anyway you’ll be blessed

And you,
you’ll be blessed
You’ll have the best
I promise you that
I’ll pick a star from the sky
Pull your name from a hat

I promise you that,
promise you that,
promise you that
You’ll be blessed

I need you
before I’m too old
To have and to hold
To walk with you
and watch you grow
And know that you’re blessed