The Lost Lullaby

I remember being cared

when I was feeling scared

In my rocking bed,

 with my little ted.

Her voice echoed my ears,

dried my eyes of tears.

In all these passing years,

 she kept away my fears.

Her lovely, blue eyes 

were priceless.

Her glowing lock of blonde

which I was very fond of.

Days passed and I grew

Her love and care, I still knew.

She was no more

in this human world .

Having taken flight
like a morning bird.

Poor Little Riches Of Life

It doesn't matter how I live now,

what I lost, or what I gained.

For I have nothing to lose,

Still you may say I'm rich.

Rich in things, that one may not care,

Apart from fame, wealth and glory,
I have peace from despair.
So, looking back in time,
I see priceless moments.
And that is all, I have
That is all that I can take,
Back to worlds where
beginnings and ends meet.