Dear Mr Sandman come to me
Brew me up some royal tea...

I hear the wind still
And it tells of open spaces...

Moon shadows they dance
Upon a young child's face...

Consciousness comes undone
Before the beating of his wings...

Baked from the sun
Choking on the dust...

My friend, my friend
Sit down and rest your bones...

This is it
That moment...

I can see now
Glass on tarmac...

So this is the reason we fall today
The bullets rip our hearts down...

A fairy tale for forgotten children
The story teller tending a dying flame...

Blank stares into dead space
Little worriers checking heart rates...

Butterflies and bunny rabbits
Asleep in their shrouds...