Child is a dream,child has a dream
I was a child,I had a dream
Child is an Adam,child is an Eve
In the womb I safely live.
It was dark but purified.
As the Garden Of Eaden wide
It was my original Home
A land of fairies and airy roam.
They travelled,I could not much.
For,I was in the earthly Touch.
When my mother brought me out
To the earth and realm of thought.
I was still in divine arms
But,alas!I have lost all
That is chaste and charms.