Genevieve Pilat

(02/1991 / New Jersey, USA)

Hush Little Child


Hush little child there's no need for tears
The bad things are gone now, no more fears
Those dark moments have left this tragic day
Please give us a smile that will forever stay.

Let us hear your laughter instead of your cries
Sometimes it's hard when someone dies
The sadness eats us and takes control
It destroys a bit of our own soul.

Why take this child so full of life
And bring them utter misery and strife?
What has a child done to deserve such pain?
What could anyone possibly gain?

Don't worry young child everything will be alright
The darkness is fading and here comes the light
Once again you'll be happy and you will soon play
And hopefully the horrors will slowly go away.

And you will be joined by others like you
They also shared fears and had some tears too
All together you'll share the happiness long lost
Even if it came with a tragic cost.

So hush little child the monster is gone
It has taken away all that is ever wrong
It will not harm a sweet angel like you
You are forever protected in the sky so blue.

Submitted: Saturday, December 14, 2013
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