"Disobedient children don't live half of their days." I can hear your voice reciting this sentiment Did you ever consider how scary that sounds to a child I know it was meant to scare But was it meant to scar This turn of phrase left me so confused So convinced that I’d never see adulthood I know you meant no harm You carried forward what you learned Now I Lay Me Down To Sleep brought no comfort For what does a child know of life and death The memory of that oft said phrase The memory of that terrible prayer Still haunt my inner child Rock-a-bye Baby always made me sad for the baby Why was the baby on a treetop A baby falling from a broken tree bough Is hardly a comforting lullaby I did not carry these things forward I staunchly refused I surrendered the nightmares of these things to the ether and to time And celebrate every day that this disobedient child is still here - gws
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