Little girl, trying to sleep in your bed don’t listen to the sound of the bombs nearby just close your eyes and try not to cry and let your brother sing you a lullaby.
And don’t listen to the noise of the guns as the bullets flash by your door, don’t cry just think of the peace found in sleep while your brother sings you a lullaby.
Little girl, as you sleep in your bed when you dream, try not to dream of the day when soldiers came with their guns and took your father away.
And when you wake up to a new day looking for the sun, through the dust and smoke try to find some hope in that terrible place as you and your brother strive to cope.
Little girl, war is the world of grown ups and there is nothing you can do even if you tell them of your fear and sorrow no one will listen to you.
But when the war is over and done and you no longer hear an exploding shell maybe your young life will be a better place more like Heaven and less like Hell.