TheBlueBoxDetective

Hush, little baby, Don't say a word. Mama's gonna buy you a mockingbird. And if that mockingbird won't sing, Mama's gonna buy you a diamond ring. Even though the skies are black, And filled with smoke from the burning racks. The lingering air here reeks of gas, No, little girl, We're not coming back. But if you close your eyes real tight, You can pretend everything's alright. And maybe it won't seem so bad, If you remember all the love we've had. Hush, little baby, Close your eyes. And dream of yellow butterflies. When you wake, We'll be gone, From this world where we don't belong.