By the infinite night sky, I whispered the words “I’m Sorry...†Gazing at the falling stars, wishes they never grant me. And ever since then, like a child, innocence that time took from me. Eyes that were once so bright, burned out like childhood fantasies. Beneath the eyes of sinners, is a wounded inner child. Needs that were never met, Wants that were never given. Searching everlastingly, lost memories within time. Consoling themselves, with a gold that never really shined. A beautiful illusion.... a mask that smiles; a face that tears. Trying to piece tomorrow, a trail of failure years. Living on each day, with the words “I’m Okay!â€. Below the pendent cross, no one heard him pray. With a pen and a paper, by the infinite night sky. Tracing the words “I’m Sorry!â€, the inner child cries. Till tomorrow wakes, till the pain subsides. Don’t read me.........â€My Last Lullabyâ€...