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Little child at my bedside be still.

The hands in the dark will be gone in the light.

It’s inevitable for you it just came sooner.

Close your little eyes and let sleep take you.

Tomorrow brings the sun, and with the sun comes light.

Tomorrow will be here soon.

Little child at my bedside, be brave.

The angry voices you hear will fall silent soon.

Their hearts are jaded; they do not mean the words they say.

They are lonely, is all. You are just the safest blame.

Tomorrows brings new beginnings, and with that new hope.

Tomorrow will be here soon.

Little child at my bedside, be quiet.

Tears will not cage the poacher’s hunger.

And you are but a crop in the folds of night-

Return to your room, and lock your door. Sleep silent. 

Yesterday teaches no ettiquite to tomorrow

And yet;

Tomorrow holds the hope for unimaginable happiness.

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This is a very difficult subject to read about, which is why it gets such little attention. And yet, it is very real and very common. Great job with execution as well.

Joshua Hennen
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