Woorden: Lili Haydn. Baby.

Baby is squirming toward grace
Baby is learning her place
Baby is leaping toward faith and
Baby has chose her fate
and No one, no one, no one save her
But one enslaves her
Baby improving her time
Baby is dreaming im rhyme
Baby is grateful for her life

She owes the angels for their lullaby
and No one can save her
but no one enslaves her