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