Broken hearts and lullaby's
Written: 08/03/2010
A lullaby sung softly over the crying child,
Held tightly within the embrace of the loving father.
Tears flowing down reddened checks so mild.
"Hush my child and let it go,
Do not grasp onto the sorrow.
Hush my sweet and let it rest,
The deeds are done no more to confess.
Be still dear one and hold it not,
The night is cold be shall be forgot.
Be still my child and let it be,
Tomorrow is new the sun told me."
Do not grasp onto the sorrow.
Hush my sweet and let it rest,
The deeds are done no more to confess.
Be still dear one and hold it not,
The night is cold be shall be forgot.
Be still my child and let it be,
Tomorrow is new the sun told me."
Eyes are closing, tired heads laid to sleep,
Troubled faces succumbed to peace.
Father smiles, bends down to kiss his keep.
- Love
- Life