Treasure Island

Stephanie Dunne

Sweet Child of Mine

Tonight I'll sing you a lullaby
Sweet Child of Mine

I'll settle you down in this Earth
With trouble, joy, sorrow, love and laughter
Each path holds a different key
To your destiny
Sweet Child of Mine

If you have trouble
I'll carry you to laughter
If you have joy
I'll sing your way to love
And if you have sorrow just give me a call
I'll be there right beside you
Sweet Child of Mine

So take life by the wings
And fly swiftly through each course
Cauz you'll find life is a lesson
Meant to be learned

Sweet Child of Mine

Submitted: Wednesday, April 30, 2008

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  • Scott Austin (4/30/2008 11:14:00 PM)

    Your heartfelt feelings of love and compassion are felt in this write, thank you for sharing this piece with us. May your heart always be fill with peace and joy each and everyday.

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