Bedtime Jingle

The scorching pain that engulfs me

Leaves reminder burns on my flesh and skin

As my existence should never forget

Once upon a time, the kerosene in my blood ignited

To lose what I never had

Will I live to tell the tale or am I going to be a folklore you pass on ?

A song you sing to warn the children

That if you spend your days overworking your minds

you'll turn to ashes that wind carries

And no day you survive will be one you lived

Truly, freely, happily

You're a child who's not suppose to worry

What am I to think when I wince to their touches

But yours seem to heal me ?

When I scream to their voices

But yours seems to serenade me ?

My heart appears to be

Tender, fragile, and shaking

If this was fair, I would've been within your thoughts as much as you are in mine