Sleep dear child.
Sleep and find rest.
Don’t worry dear child.
It’ll be ok.
Though my heart is broken.
And tears cloud my face.
Remember those days.
Of sunrise and peace.
Where we could smile.
Where we could laugh.
When things made sense.
And we had plans.
Before tragedy struck.
The day my heart was plucked.
And has become a thorn.
Where I’m left remembering the first time,
The time I held you in my hands,
The time you brought back your arts and crafts,
The time you went on the bus all by yourself.
The times I wish would always last.
But now I’m here on Sunday mass.
Wearing black.
A colour as dark as my soul.
That grows cold.
Like your hands are now.
I wish I could hear you laugh.
I wish I could hear you cry.
One last time.
But for now you sleep.
Like an unending lullaby.
But don’t you worry.
Don’t you fret.
I’ll never forget.
The moments we had left.
Where you said.
Daddy, it’ll be ok.
Please don’t cry.
This isn’t goodbye.
I’ll see you again.
Where sunshine never leaves.
A place of constant peace.
Where worries don’t exist.
A place to find some rest.
So, sleep dear father.
Sleep and find some rest.
Don’t worry about me.
It’ll be ok.
Though your heart is broken.
And your soul is shaken.
Remember those days.
Of sunshine and peace.