Death Cradle

by Darlene Martin   Sep 14, 2006


Crying little children rest your feet..
Cradle death has come to meet..
Crying little children rest your souls..
A long journey waits for you ahead..
Close your eyes and twirl your curls..
Fill your minds with dreams unread..
Children cradle your lives in whole..
Little angles come to carry..
You away in darkness..
Beyond on the stars and lifeless death..
Cradle away your joyful hearts..
Let your little hands turn to wings..
Crying little children fear not what you see..
Take the light and stand by me...
Gates of unknown world open at our feet's..
Here comes the children of the death cradle...

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