Come, my little people,
Let me sing you to sleep.
As your mind starts to wander,
Try your hardest not to weep.
As your memories come back,
Hard times rebounding
I say to your sould
'I hope you pray to god that you have found me'.
Bring me your tired,
Your hungry- Hell
I know I'm no savior
Come my little people
Now that you're asleep
Let your body float away
Leave your soul for me to keep
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
lucky little people.....i luv this poem cause i lluv rhymes...thanks