Place of Our Own

Sleep my child, sleep away.

For tomorrow brings a brighter day.

It may be cold and dismal here,

but soon there will be no more fear.

Be thankful for a crowded shelter now,

because one day we will not need to bow. 

One day we will have a warm place,

a place with curtains of lace. 

So my child please keep your smile,

and dream of hope for a little while.