The Youngest Was the Most Loved

Thing in life as normal
The youngest was the most loved
Thing in life as normal
The youngest was the cherub
Who turned into a killer
A small boy from a poor house

The youngest was the most loved
We kept him from the world's glare

There is no such
The youngest was the cherub
The look was all before him
Thing in life as normal
Thing in life as normal
There is no such
There is no such
That cried if we ever left his side
Strained to keep the shyness in
A blushed rose

And he turned into a killer
Retrouss� nose
The youngest was the most loved
And he turned into a killer
The youngest was the cherub
There is no such

If he had to say, �Hello�

There is no such
A lopsided grin
Forget me not eyes
There is no such

With a lovely wife beside him

Turned up and mischievous
We kept him from the world's glare
Thing in life as normal