Sweetly and delicately, she sneaks into your room,
Singing sweet lullabies to the small figure on the bed
Soothing even the demons lurking in your heart and
Curving the frown on your face into a soft smile.
And after she has no more songs to give,
She strokes your white, soft cheeks with weathered hands,
Smoothing any wrinkles you may have had.
Slowly, the sun began to rise over the horizon,
And, after shedding a few tears onto your face,
She rushes away, leaving you alone in your room.
Now you wake up, brushing the bits of moisture from your cheek,
Staring happily at the place where she had been.