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