Christine Daaewas looking at the stars above. She really misses Erik. She wanted to be in his arms again. He was probably dying from a broken heart.
Behind, Simba, Christine's adopted son, was whimpering in his began talk. "Help me! Help me! Please!" "Simba, wake up." Christine whispered, trying not to Raoul and Nala. Simba opened his eyes and then bursted into
tears. Christine hugged the little cub tight. "There there. You were just having a bad dream." Christine said as she was comforting Simba. "I did!" Simba cried. "I dreamt about loosing my father in the wildebeest stampede."
"Shh, it's okay. I know what happened to your father. Try thinking about good things. Angels, music, Paris, France." Christine said to Simba. Simba closed his eyes. "I'm thinking." Simba told Christine.. "How about if I sing you a lullaby to help
you sleep." Christine thought. "Could you, please?" asked Simba as he lied down. Christine began:
The day has gone to rest
The sun is in the west
And now the purple shadows fall
First little star of night
Simply to you I call
Evening star
Sentimental evening star
Tell me do you see
Where my love can be
Evening star
You know what my feelings are
When the night comes on
And my love is gone
Through the blue
I breathe a sigh
A prayer
To my life, my love
Somewhere
Send your beam
To the land where angels dream
Is he near or far
Tell me evening star
Simba yawned and fell asleep. Christine knelt down and kissed thelion cub goodnight.