For the cries on the cheeks of the babe that I miss
May I have forgotten the reason of our prayer
To solemnly reach out to stroke your lustful hair
On every moment that I need your soft kiss

For the smiles on the mouth of the babe that I love
May I be forgiven the holy sacrament
Begging on my old knees for the flowing current
Transferring energy without protective glove

Holding hands together to receive the blessing
Praying that the good news will flow to brain through ears
As the courage to rake the formidable fears

Crawling to the mercy of chaotic messing
I turn around to look the beauty of her face
And see the great reason that I'm at this right place.