Lullaby without Comfort

Pink now is night,
night tinted for sleep.
Sleep while you can, my child.
Sometimes night is deep, my child,
and you will not sleep.

Warm now are eyes,
eyes watching for sleep.
Sleep while you can, my child.
Sometimes eyes grow cold, my child,
and rob you of sleep.

Tender are hands,
hands tender for sleep.
Sleep while you can, my child.
Sometimes hands hold stones, my child,
and you dare not sleep.

Soft now is song,
hummed softly for sleep.
Sleep while you can, my child.
some songs are so loud, my child,
that you cannot sleep.

You now are child,
child waiting for sleep.
Sleep while you can, my child.
You can’t stay a child, my child,
but will still need sleep.