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Rest


Rest your head, you are merely a child. Sleep and dream your dreams of gold. Bask in the warmth of tonight, who knows what weather tomorrow will hold? Make your mistakes; be blinded by those who lie, there will come a day to which you'll say goodbye. We must all face our ultimate battle someday, but for tonight you are merely a child, lay your head and rest.
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