Hush, little baby
Don't complain, it's too late
Your bed is already set
With a blanket made of stars.
Pillows are filled with feathers
Mattress made of clouds
Sheets are pure satin
Dreams made of hope.
Cry, little baby
It's time to wake up
Feel the nails of your cradle
And the cover of broken glass.
Your head lies on lies
And your body twist in pain
Hear the comfort of this lullaby
While your tears roll down in vain.
Ananda Alves
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lullaby-26/
