A Child Made It So
Down the long and winding road,
O'er the fields and plains,
Stands a small and ancient abode,
A shelter from the rains.
The old tale goes that long ago
There was a little child,
That came wandering all alone,
Out from among the wild.
He was a bonny little lad,
Who's age no one ever knew.
While on his way he felt quite sad
And very lonely too.
There also was a couple too,
Childless, poor and old in years.
In their heart they somehow knew
There'd be an answer to their tears.
Then one day, off down the lane,
The little lad did wander.
He saw the old man with his cane,
Alone, and stopped to ponder.
When the old man saw his face,
A warm love touched his heart.
Around his throat a row of lace,
The old man did his part.
When he called his darling wife
With bursting joy she took;
Saved the little boy from strife,
'Way from the lad she'd never look.
From that day forth joy filled their home.
They loved him like a son,
So from them he'd never roam.
He brought peace to everyone.
But dreams were never made to last,
One day he disappeared.
Oh why did their happiness pass?
It was this that they had feared.
Every nook reminded them
Of his childish smile
So they went to look for him,
Heartbroken all the while.
People say the cottage still
Has a cheerful glow;
And of course, it always will,
A child made it so.
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