The Rope Of Hope

Heavens bright baby child, Playing high, Life plays there and we all play with sigh From horizon, you peep and send A silky rope of rays for us, . I like that red and wait, Every day with hope, Pray to lord, worship thee, 'Basically with my own style', At night there’s the mirror, The moon; witches enchants from there, I can see both the sun and the moon, The hope without dope o! Sun and Moon, Send some rope of hope, We all must climb and play, Make us an innocent child, We must not shade blood, the red, That causes tears to roll after.