Gentle, gentle - mist is falling
all across the plains. No startling
bright of height, nor darker depths
are waiting to accost you anymore.
Yes, little one, I'm sure of what I
speak.

For all the peaks and valleys blend
here in the heartland of my home,
centering the many into one. Hush
now, child, no need to scream. For
you are here with me and loved
complete.

No, your father isn't coming home
tonight. He went to battle once again,
to spend his life force in a war
that never can be won by force at all.
But I shall hold his tempests back
from you.

For you and I, we know
the worth of love...

? Michaelette ?