Sleep now, baby, it will be all right.
Quiet now, baby, drift over calm seas.
Don't cry, baby, you are never alone.
Whisper hope into the sweet, dark night,
Sing out in love to the stars so bright,
Dream of beauty and dream of light.
Fly away, fear, and leave him to sleep.
Fly away, sorrow, and no longer weep.
Sleep now, baby, and drift off to peace.
-Bethel Masiona, Sand into Glass