The youngest was the most loved

The youngest was the shielded

We kept him from the world's glare

And he turned into a killer

Retrousse nose

Turned up and mischievous

Forget-me-not eyes that cried

if we ever left his side

There is no such thing in life as normal

There is no such thing in life as normal

The youngest was the most loved

The youngest was the cherub

A small boy from a poor house

Who turned into a killer

A blushed rose if he had to say 'hello'

A lopsided grin strained

to keep the shyness in

There is no such thing in life as normal

There is no such thing in life as normal

The youngest was the most loved

The youngest was the cherub

The look was all before him

With a lovely wife beside him

The youngest was the most loved

The youngest was the cherub

We kept him from the world's glare

And he turned into a killer

There is no such thing in life as normal

There is no such thing in life as normal