None Like You

Come gather, children, gather around
Night of December, our mother found
She lifted us with life and when tired she put us down
A candle in each window led us back to her now

Fifty-two babies like the ones delivered here
Souls brought so gently to this bright, brassy world
We are all newborn, glassy-eyed inside her softest light
Perfect love, loves the weakest
Strengthens us to do what’s right

What makes you weary? What makes you cold?
What makes you frightened? She wants to know
A touch to your hand and she knows how you feel
We spend our last night with her
Laughing through our tears

None like you

The last time we saw you
The last time we touched
Then your soul floats away
Like some bird in the sky
Like a dove

Perfect love