sleep my child,
you are weary, the night has given you
chains; the armor does not suit you.

close your eyes dearie,
stay calm for you are not yet dreary;
the morning shall come to you still.

dream my child,
like tenderness, the stars in you
will leak out from your fragile frame.

do not yearn dearie,
you soul will weep; you shall
not succumb to its echoing voice.

hush my child,
the world will not wrap its arms around you;
the void does not speak your silent howls.

come out of the shadow dearie,
nothing can touch you; you are the moon,
and your heart will heal.