Okay ladies and gents...
Here's my lullaby...
I got to school...
And make kids cry...
Because at night I sleep through pain...
My fathers blood running through my vains...
Screaming and yelling...
Pulling knives...
Not taking care of there child's life...
Sirens and gun shots...
And crazy things...
having to rock my self to sleep...
dont have to worry about fairy tale lies...
because screaming and sirens ar my lullaby...-
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem