Sweet lullaby

Softly in the mornings,
My mother lulls to me,
When the sun begins its dawning,
And when I feel free.

Screaming on a thunderous morning,
My mother cries to me,
She\\\'s dawning- she\\\'s mourning,
Through tear-blurred vision she sees.

I asked my mother what was wrong,
\\\"It\\\'s your cousin..she\\\'s dead...\\\"
In my head she lulls me my morning song,
Whilst thoughts and feelings remain unsaid.

My cousin was run over,
But luckily survived into a coma,
Now that her life is over,
On my pillow, I smell her fading aroma.

I cried and cried tears of pain,
Whilst closing my eyes imagining her beside me,
My tears dropped like acid rain,
I kept wishing for her to appear.

Everything which entered my mouth,
Tended to hav a taste so sour,
It\\\'s because she\\\'s not here,
She won\\\'t be now or any how.

Now years later when I cry,
My mother says to me,
\\\"Don\\\'t tou worry I\\\'ll sing you a lullaby,
And everything will be.\\\"

I love you Marinette I really do,
I hope you never forget me,
I pray up in heaven you love me too,
And that you really feel free...