Poor Man's Lullaby Poem by Leslie Xavier

Remember how you slipped off,
into dreamland with all the peace.
Remember how I sang for you,
as you dozed off, saying goodnight that day.

It was not so long back, when you;
trusted me with your thoughts, while I;
gave voice to my heart and sang out loud.
Those were songs, that showed I cared,
sung just for you from the soul's depths,
half asleep yeah, but you swayed with them sure.
I rocked you in that cradle high,
till you went silent, sleeping beauty with all the charm.

As I watched you dream, your eyes moved in tune;
with visions of angels, kings and princes all.
I sat back in my own heaven,
my day was made, the angel's happy at last.

The words of songs, dear to many,
I whispered to you to make you merry.
I poured out my heart and laughed and cried,
to make you feel that life's all fair.
The stories I said, the bedtime ones;
took you on a flight to wonderland.
It was meant to give you wings so strong,
with which you’ll fly and reach the stars.

What I sang - the poor man's songs,
were just another one of my fits, you thought.
But baby, Lullaby it was, bad or good;
and it all came from deep within me; right here you see.

It was my way of saying, I care;
perhaps you never knew, so I tell you now.
It was my way of saying I'll be there;
perhaps you never knew, so I tell you now.
It was my way of saying I'll protect;
Perhaps you never knew, so I tell you now.
It was the my only way to say how special you are;
but you never knew as you had heard them all.

Many have sung for you and many will again,
as you're an angel loved by all,
who's left for me to sing;
poor man's lullaby nobody wants.