Let the Children Sleep

The hour passed midnight harkens with dying star glow twinkling in the darkness and the moon is a crescent clouded by the wind I'll say my last goodbye to you. The years were straining hanging on the next escape with hearts broken and nothing left to say. No magic pill or healing concern soothes the sheltered burns and two love-torn souls gasp at the anguish we unlashed. So let the children sleep our spent dreams have reached their peak and neither you nor I can find the effort in forgiveness and its rewind. I'll slip away quietly in the shadows of this night this is my last goodbye our final fight.