Dreamland Now

Softly she whispers Afraid to wake him Better to let sleeping dogs lie Her eyes speak Of deep fear that resides in her soul Quickly she packs just enough To leave, to escape, to be free "Don't speak. Be very quiet". She whispers to the little boy Such a cute boy-he looks just like him Maybe there's a chance for him To grow up and be a better man No ugly words, no anger, no hitting Out the door and down the street They wait for the bus Mother and child Alone in a cold blue world She clutches his hand and weeps Makeup can no longer hide the bruises "Mommy where are we going?" "Away, far far away" "Will Daddy Come?" "No." She drops the empty bottle Of sleeping pills into the trash bin And lifts the boy to her Kissing his chill cheek as they enter the bus "Daddy's in Dreamland now."