Priscilla Ahn. Lullaby. Zeneszám

Here's a lullaby
For anyone who wants to fly
From their home town where people drown, and where the townies die.

This old library
Has thirty books and one dictionary,
But that's okay; no one reads anyway.
We all watch TV.

So heres your lullaby:
No boy, don't cry;
Just rest your head and go to bed, your time will come to fly away.
But never today, just dream your life away;
Sleep.

All the dogs will die;

They just cant seem to stay alive,
Cause in this town, our cop shoots him down and we just let him go an sigh,

"Please, God, please...
What happened to our dreams?
We're losing hope, so we invest in dope to feel our vacant feelings."

So heres your lullaby:
No girl, don't cry;
Just rest your head and go to bed, your time will come to fly away.
But never today, just dream your life away;
Sleep.