Lullaby

No matter the color of the river that runs
No matter the sound of the whistle as the little boy runs.
With energy and light a path should be cleared.
Your darkest hour is still nothing to fear.
As long as the cross stays near to your heart.
Die or do times will not tear you apart.
So whisper these words in your child's ear
for this is your last moment, you'll watch them sleep oh so dear.