The Youngest Was the Most Loved

A blushed rose
We kept him from the world's glare
The youngest was the cherub
Thing in life as normal
Who turned into a killer
If he had to say, �Hello�
With a lovely wife beside him
The youngest was the most loved
A small boy from a poor house

Thing in life as normal
There is no such
There is no such
There is no such

The youngest was the most loved
And he turned into a killer
Turned up and mischievous
Strained to keep the shyness in

And he turned into a killer
Thing in life as normal

Forget me not eyes
Thing in life as normal
Thing in life as normal

There is no such
We kept him from the world's glare
The youngest was the most loved
The look was all before him
The youngest was the cherub
Retrouss� nose
That cried if we ever left his side
There is no such
A lopsided grin
The youngest was the cherub
There is no such