Just a red faced, squalling infant;
No more, Beru says, and no less.
Just a helpless, bewildered orphan...
That'll be the story, I guess.

One look and Beru said we'd take him;
After that...well, what could I say?
But he's Anakin's blood, Gods help us,
And I hope I don't rue the day.

For I'm sworn now to protect him,
To let him grow up safe and free.
And I tell myself he's just a babe...
But that child scares the hell out of me.