Sacrifice of live, sacrifice for love. Fate is gentle and harsh; she gives and she takes.
Amelia Atwater-RhodesI wish to you sunshine, my dear one, my dear one. And treetops for you to soar past. I wish to you innocence, my child, my child. I pray you don't grow up too fast. Never know pain, my dear one, my dear one. Nor hunger nor fear nor sorrow. Never know war, my child, my child. Remember your hope for tomorrow.
Amelia Atwater-Rhodes