A poem for the wounded child inside every grown heart.

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Come lay your head in my lap, little one,

you have so many enemies and friends, none

Tell me how the world trampled your dreams,

and tell me how the time stifled your screams

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Come lay your head in my lap, little one,

you have lost so much time; nothing has been done

Tell me how the words broke your heart,

and tell me how the taunts acted like a poisoned dart

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Come lay your head in my lap, little one,

shed away your worries, nowhere to run

Tell me all and tell me some more,

show me your soul, all blood and gore

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Come lay your head in my lap, little one,

fear no more; there is no case to be won

Cry some and then cry some more,

bare it all, your feelings all tender and sour

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Fear not, little one, I will reweave your dreams,

and mend your broken heart

Fear not, little one, I will kiss away your screams,

and bless you with a fresh start

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Fear not, little one, I will soothe away your pain,

and wipe all your frustration

Fear not, little one, I will bring the fresh rain,

and wash away all agitation

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Come lay your head in my lap, little one

Come lay your head in my lap, little one