What once was a joyful hope and a prayer

was now torn to pieces, never renewed.

My heart was broken, for I felt no care.

How could tears fall for what I never knew?

How could I love so what I never saw?

How could my heart ache for what never came?

How could I ever a memory draw,

in my heart paint a picture of what never came?

That empty cradle would never be filled,

but a love in my heart would always be filled.