Lullaby

A tired night with a piece of music.

Trapped in a darkish room ,

Solely this tired soul .

Let it's thought corrupted ,

With regret and sorrow .

By a blunder had made ,

A little tool turned on .

Let a pleasing tune emanated ,

The soul screamed in fury .

Instantly reached out the tool ,

Tried to shut it down .

But nothing had come ,

This body slumbered down.

Allow the lullaby consumed,

Healing scars and wounds.

Which endured for how long?

Those strains no longer here ,

The room began to vanish.

Replace with a shelter ,

Built by love and joy.