Go to sleep little child;
Close your eyes and shut them tight,
For we do not know if day will break
And be swallowed up by night.
But for now, worry not, my dear;
The dark's not as bad as it seems.
Though darkness looms over the future,
You can still escape into your dreams.
Lie still my darling baby;
Breathe calmly and breathe slow
Enjoy the quiet of the tranquil night
And the moon's hypnotic glow.
Worry not about the closet
Or the things under your bed;
Escape into Dreamland, my dear,
Safe from all the things you dread.
And if tomorrow fails in coming,
At least you will not be here;
Fly away my child, to the Land of Dreams...
Or be consumed by your fears.
Copyright © Tara Andre