Go softly into the night,
Be calm in her cold embrace.
Time has passed you by little one,
Tis time to turn your face
Wander down the sloping road,
Fear not the shadows creeping.
Your peace will be upon you soon:
Little one grown tired of weeping.
Go bravely into the dark,
Heed not the hateful words.
You have chosen well,
Leave this bickering to birds.
Chin up, deep breaths little one,
Step by determined step, you take.
Your footsteps now will lead,
You’re en-route to a wondrous fate
Go calmly into deaths’ reaching hands
Rest weary and beleaguered head.
Your life is bleak, your heart worn through
It’s okay to want death.