Come little children, I'll take thee away. Into a land of emchantment. Come little children, the times come to play, here in my garden of shadows. Follow sweet children, I'll show thee the way through all the pain and the sorrows. Weep not poor children for life is this way. Murd3r!ng beauty and passion. Hush now dear children, it must be this way to weary of life and deceptions. Rest now my children for soon we'll away, into the calm and the quiet.
Put a starry BG behind it, looks much better.