I send the tear drops that fall from the sky,
for my sweet child, who believes and never asks why.
The petals have sinned against you, my dear,
please do not cry, for I am with you from here.
The one with the words as soft as a larch,
has heard you calling to uptake your heart,
trust in my promise, dear one, he will be with you soon,
like a wind-stoked fire his soul is searching for you.