The Unborn Set to Sleep

Thought to be sound asleep
Silence my sound before I dream
Dreaming an illusion
Life is no reality
We dream and life to take what we see

Thinking differently
Life's so hard
And death is so easy
Cuz we'll forever be removed and discard

You'll kill.You'd kill me in my sleep
I shape and turned to mold
I know. I hold on to a scream
I will not become old

Tombed into a coffin
They cannot look no more
Of what it was
A life before it's born

Dead inside it's tomb
An illusion to
Life's reality
With the ever last grinding
Fantasy

We dreamed of what we had got
But never had it come
The little one is done
Goodbye my son

Before your born.
Before you said a word.

Unborn set to sleep
Sleep my loving son.
Now that your gone.
Along with what used to be reality...