A young slave woman holds her small child close after a long day. She whispers to him an ancient lullaby.
Hold fast, my child, when fast the night
Comes upon the land, to fight.
Stand strong, stand tall
Hold fast to love, my child, lest you fall
For angels are watching o'er you
Leading you towards that which is true
(In another time, the darkness creeps closer. A fallen child cries out in the dark, lost and trapped in endless night.)
Hold fast, my child, when darkness is born
For every dark night brings a bright new morn
Keep close, keep fast
Memories of love, my child, that never could last
For angels are watching o'er you
Leading you toward that which is true
(A bright boy comes at last. The child rises to light at the ending of all.)
Hold fast, my child, till daylight draws near
With joy and beauty and lasting good cheer
Laugh loud, laugh long
Love shall prevail, my child, and begin a new song
For angels are watching o'er you
Leading you toward that which is true
The slave child sleeps gently in his mother's arms, unaware of coming storm and darkened destiny. She sings softly and prays for his freedom.
Love shall prevail, my child
Love shall prevail…
(A/N: A rather moody snippet written after re-watching ROTS with some good friends.)