Hush, pretty baby,
It'll be alright.
I'll make them be quiet, 
I won't let them fight.

Please, my little sister, 
Don't you shed a tear.
Soon we'll leave the violence, 
The time is near.

Rejoice, my bundled angel, 
For we're leaving now.
I'm packing up the car, 
We're getting out of town.

Quiet, now little girl, 
Don't you ask me that.
Mom and dad still love us, 
They just always spat.

Nov.2007