She falls asleep to the sounds of gunfire
In the arms of chilly concrete
Alone in the ruins of a normal life
A four-year old Ancient weeps
She knows no life different
But dreams of so much more
A home, a warm meal, a family
In her sleep the angel smiles
The lives we live are so easy
Our struggle is heavenly to those with nothing
Yet we complain over small insignificant things
It’s time to wake up and smell the reality
Open your eyes and see
Those who feel you have nothing
Look closer and you’ll see
Reach  inside and find your humanity
It’s your lullaby
Lullaby, baby goodnight

She lays in bed struggling to breathe

Late at night she sits awake wondering
Worrying about the fate of her family
How they will go on when she’s gone
Misery loves company yet she’s alone
Unable to fight it she searches for peace
In cutting her skin she can see the light
With relief the angel smiles
Our lives are seem easy
The grass isn’t always greener
Struggle is agony to those in despair
It’s time to wake up and smell the reality
Open your eyes and you’ll see
Those who feel you have nothing
Look closer and you’ll see
Reach  inside and find your humanity
Lullaby, baby goodnight
It’s your lullaby
Baby Good Night
©MelanieMcCurdie2017
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