Joey's Lullaby

.....here's one by yours truly.

Joey's Lullaby


A stirring of a memory lost, revives again, we count the cost
Of sleepless nights, dreams unfulfilled, a deep, rich soil left untilled.

The past is gone, we know this all too well, and yet it seems
That memory lost reminds us now of long lost painful dreams.

The wounds of youth, how deep----how deep they seemed to go
Have given way to healing, leaving hard, wide scars to show.

Unseen by some, the scars we bear, we know we’ll never lose,
Beneath the skin and to the bone, such hideous tattoos.

Though fading now, they still remain, emblems of a dying pain,
No power in themselves contain, until we call them up again.

And all comes back----torrential flood of anger, tyranny and blood,
For one who loved you swept away the very ground on which you stood.

Foundation dashed and hearts left broken, in the silence now are spoken
Words of anguish, feeding flames of souls of children, souls with names

Whose one request is to forget the memories that plague them yet ----
But naught comes forth, despair gives birth to unforgiving songs of dearth.

The melody we know too well, and lyrics echoing of hell,
Relentless lullabies of grief, in sleepless nights without relief.

Now morning comes and memory goes, prepared to face a day of woes,
But evening comes again to bring an old familiar song to sing.