Just like the rose plagued with a thorn
Dear little child, you were born.
Most beautiful rose, sharpest vine
Most beautiful child, autistic mind.
You're a Camouflage Angel
The most innocent rebel.
You don't mean the things you say and do
So little brother, I love you.
Little boy who can't find joy.
Child's mind with a worry line.
Mischief in everything you do
But Jesus always loves you.
You're a Camouflage Angel
The most innocent rebel.
You don't mean the things you say and do
So little brother, I love you.
Mommy and Daddy can never make you see
What you mean to them....what you mean to me.
~Words and music by Mattie, Joseph's older sister
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