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 retrouss 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 blush it rose if he had to say hello a lop sided 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 luck 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