Dusk, dawn, to midnight moon,
His childish fears will be over soon.
Hopes of a child as young as one,
Soon his tears will be over and done.
I dared him never to cry,
As I told him he was soon to die.
I said, "Your life is too short,
Just to get up and leave your fort,
Stand your grounds,
And it'll never let you down."
And to this day,
You'll hear him say,
"Dusk, dawn, to midnight moon,
My childish fears will be over soon."
