i once called
to say goodnight
oh with the cheeky grin
of a mischievous child
now i lay him to rest
listening to his hearts’
last jazzy tune
underneath the light
of the blue crescent moon
i held him tightly
against my chest
his pain is now mine,
and he can now rest beyond
the grand endless sky;
hear me as i say
my last goodnight
May 4, 2020
May 4, 2020 at 1:12 PM UTC
i once called
to say goodnight
oh with the cheeky grin
of a mischievous child
now i lay him to rest
listening to his hearts’
last jazzy tune
underneath the light
of the blue crescent moon
i held him tightly
against my chest
his pain is now mine,
and he can now rest beyond
the grand endless sky;
hear me as i say
my last goodnight
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