Oh, sweet sweet child,
Rest your weary heart tonight.
For, the demons have compiled,
Little is left but the angels flight.

Upon mothers ***** sleep,
And lay your sweet little head.
In her arms cry not another peep,
For the sheep have crossed the bed.

Soaking the earth, tears have fell,
Woven into tomorrows pain,
Driven by a neverending well,
Hidden by yesterdays stain.

Sleepless nights, smothered dreams,
Pictures in the hall upon the wall.
Ripped apart by loves seams,
As the nightmares begin to crawl.

Mamas tears in a bed of fears.
Soaked sheets and worn floors.
Mamas tears in a book of years.
Drained from the closed doors