Now I lay me down to sleep…

Mom held her close
The sweet little girl
with the world ahead of her

..I pray the Lord my soul to keep.

But the girl drifted away
from the warm embrace.
Towards independence, freedom

If I should die before I wake…

All grown up, the girl is gone
Bitter and cold, the sweet
sugar has hardened to rock candy

…I pray the Lord my soul to take.