by: Mizepifany


Let his legs give out from running

Before weakness comes and he compromises.

It’s time to lay his head to rest

Before the sun sinks and the moon rises.

 Relieve the soreness from his heart

Before it is consumed by hate and despises.

The shepherd boy’s cries echo in the night

Sorrowful and mournful, yet still hope arises.

But he is, at once, put at  peace

Hearing his Father’s sweet-sounding lullabies.



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