Child of my heart, born of my blood,
When you are hurt, I feel pain.
No matter how far from home you roam,
When thunder you hear, I smell rain.

Though the winds may howl, and the trees may bend,
Or the rivers rage and flood,
No matter how far apart we be, you are always the
Child of my blood.

In that proverbial blink of
Your very own eye
Things happen before you
No use asking why
In the turn of a head
In one look away
A life can be changed
In the balance and sway
Of the spinning of globes
And the running of trains
In the swoosh of the air
The first roar of a plane

Sometimes no movement
At all is required
Sometimes situations simply grow tired
Or hearts cease to beat
And lungs cease to breathe
Before we can beg –
Someone will leave

On notice you be
The next time you blink
Things are more precious
Than you might now think
For the world keeps on spinning
Won’t stand still just for you
So in closing your eyes
There’s a risk you are due.