Hush Little Baby Poem by Zevanda Borjon

As I sit in this room
there's no one else around
my screams echo this house
but no one can hear a sound.

We wait for the mocking bird
for only it can set us free
looking for a sign of hope
yet bound by misoury.

Shakled to this place
that we used to call 'home'
it's just where we wait,
for we dare not rome.

Though i continue to put faith
onto this little bird
it said it would love me
it gave me it's solomn word.

I used to think the mocking bird
was the one to set me free
but now i realize,
because of it I'm in this misoury.

...Hush little baby
dont say a word
Daddy's 'gunna buy you
a mocking bird...