Ode to Mad Man

Good night young one

You don't need to cry

Tomorrow the sun

Will be on the other side

Life is unfair

For you my little one

You are something rare

Hence I point the gun

I sense fear

You are free to cry

Go wild my dear

Just before you die

Your face is an open book

I can see right through your eyes

Perhaps you are unaware

Or insignificant

Like this single strand of hair

But I know we both here share

It's just that you didn't

Listen to mom who told you not to go there

I sense fear

You are free to cry

Go wild my dear

Just before you die

Your face is an open book

I can see right through your eyes

Put you to your final sleep

With a voice so sweet

So smooth, decpetive and shy

In a mad man's lullaby