Child
sons and daughters of the one who left you
stop your tears
cry not for him
for one will come someday
and turn all your tears
to pleasantries
your dreams are like summers
before the winter
cherish them for they are fleeting
dance for the soul and the mind
not for the one who laughs at you
for even the outcasts
have something to teach us
life seems cruel but hold on
it’ll all come together
when you least expect it
so hold up your head my child
stay out of the darkness
you are more precious than the sun
more glorious than the moon
and more beautiful than the sparkling stars
you are God’s creature
and no one can take from you
what you do not let go of