Good night to you it’s time to sleep,
Let it go the night is weak,
And in tomorrow morning’s wake,
Consult your troubles and let them take,
You around just for a spin,
For from searching answers will brim.
Let it rest your weary head,
Take some sleep and let dread bed.
Do not worry any longer, do not cry to trouble’s squander.
Let it go just lay to rest, let the breaths all soothe your chest.
All past troubles are behind us, for the future let these remind us.
That in all of struggle’s plight, we seek what’s good and do what’s right.
Do not fear the mess you have gotten, do not stray from good paths trodden.
Let no fight be in dismay, fear no evil it’s soul’s decay.
Believe in God and you shall see,
Trouble’s die when you live with He.
– Thomas M. Watt