The other side of midnight, not so many miles away, Enwrapped in hazy memories, our newborn babies play, Tended safe by unknown hands, in a place we cannot see, Our babies live another life, from earthly cares set free, From the other side of midnight, they visit us in sleep, Caress our grief with infant hands, when in our dreams we weep, Though in our darkest days we seem, a million miles apart, In time we learn that other place, is really in our heart, The other side of midnight, at last we learn to see, Our babies live within us, cradled in our memory.