The pull of such a little thing Has never felt so strong, Your tiny hands around my own, Assure me I’ll do no wrong.
I vow to you, oh little ones, To guard through all our days, Until the monsters drawing near Are lost in death’s cold gaze.
The sun now dances over you, And deep within my chest, I feel your blood—our kingdom’s crest— Its beauty manifest.
The patter of your little feet, Like drums of future might, Shall echo loud and long one day, A beacon in the night.
They know not yet the fear we bring, But soon shall come the hour, When foes will tremble at your name, Awoken in your power.
The pull of such a little thing Has shaped this world anew, For in your gaze, I find my strength, And all I am is you.