1st: Kashmala Yasmin
The cry of heaven,
After the sunrise poured,
The golden rays,
And the beauty it bore.
Scratches and dirt and twigs,
Everyone has their fall,
But all of it is worth it
When they come out proud and tall
“The moon to my tides
The day to my night
You were once me
So don’t be surprised
Oh my sweet child, when you hear this world
Is full of horror fright
Learn to not care
And learn to just walk
From things that are tempting,
That will make you fall
My dear child, that’s all for tonight
Preach what I told
You’ll learn right and wrong
These were the morals
Of my own life
Now sleep my child, sleep well and tight”
