Lullaby

She is terrified,

Of finding out what this world really is.

She is sure,

She will find some horrible thing out there.

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So she cowers,

In a corner,

Crying her eyes out.

Too blind to see,

That I am what she needs.

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Come to me!

Little daughter,

Small child of mine.

Let me hold you in my arms.

I’ll teach you how to fly.

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She is deaf,

To my calls, because she listens too hard.

She is blind,

To the freedom I have for her.

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So she hides,

In a closet,

Afraid of what’s outside.

And she is too scared,

To listen to my lullaby.

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Hush now!

Sweet baby!

I know, I know your fears.

Be still, be quiet.

Rest.

It’s alright.

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She is so beautiful,

But she can’t see that she is.

She is my love,

But in her terror doesn’t remember.

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So she sleeps,

With fits of bad dreams,

She just can’t seem to rest.

She is too coiled up inside,

Too defensive.

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Come my child, come.

I’ll protect you,

Don’t be afraid.

I am here, let me in.

You will be ok.

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Rest my darling, rest.

Be still for a while.

And my love, don’t fear.

Don’t be afraid.

It’s alright.