Now rest my child your tired little eyes.
Sleep soundly, when you wake all will be right.
Once greeted by that blessed morning light,
the purest that has ever filled the sky.
I say a prayer as peacefully you lie,
just like I did on many countless nights.
I tuck you into sheets of simple white,
and hope that once asleep you get to fly.

Go see the world as you have never seen,
not tainted by the memory of pain.
And now, unfettered from all waking chains,
go find a view beyond your sweetest dreams.

I dry my eyes and look to God above,
entrusting to his care my dearest love.

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