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Good night my little wee oneIt's time to close your eyesIf you'll but wait till morningYou'll get a big surpriseThe sun will smile and greet youIn ever changing skiesFor mom and daddy love you
"A LIL SPACE."
It’s something so dark, Enchanting and hard to remark From the beginning to the end, Not even the brightest of humans will comprehend. It’s something so dark, Sung with the dullest spark
Her lullaby is sung by her tears just to awaken to the same Melody. Her smile is faked so she can face the world. There are no words to calm the sadness that over flows onto her face when she's alone.
1…2…3… 1…2…3… Will you sing for me Sing me a song where The lyrics hold me tight Will you write for me Write me a poem that Makes fun of my dreams 1…2…3…
Wind, to me sing Your lullaby, Your comforting tone of peace. I am not, Could not be, alone Amongst the presence of the breeze. Tell me secrets, Fear not, song,
You Are A Better Son Than Your Dad Dear Son you were born in the afternoon it was god’s felicity and incredible boon lullaby your grandma began to croon you crying face looked like glowing moon
Happiness is a newborn child Written in the softest pastels Ever stitched by crippled hands. You try your hardest to hold it, Not to upset it, Simply obey and soothe it.
Pale yellow girlwho dared to dreamwas trampled downfrom the very extremePrecious yellow girlwith a crooked smileilluminated tearspleading you to stay awhilePerfect sunexcluded from sight
In the moments of doubt and uncertainty leapt off your tongue and spilled over into the thin air resulting in the warmest embraces and the wisest words exchanged allowing you to fall gently asleep in your darling fairy room lying your little head
Don't look now, child The world has gone to war They don't care that you're just a child To them, you're one soldier more. - Those aren't gunshots you hear now Those aren't dying screams
Moon, Moon gleam so bright I wish to sleep by your light. Moon, Moon in the night I know it’s going to be alright.
Before I get as cold as stone,Before I finally die,Before I rest my weary bones,Please sing a lullaby.I've never heard one before;I don't know how they go,But 'fore I leave forevermore
Close your eyes, my dear. Let the breeze from the window tickle across your cheeks and flutter your eyes till you fall asleep. The day has been long, you have been strong, wrestling through the weeds,
Quel night, those timber windy woods and plains of shushing grasses The sky is very still while the earth slowly passes. Nothing stirs, no bird nor bear, across the country’s dim
Blessing of mine, Don't whimper and whine For the Sun has given you eyes. And with those pupils,
His heartbeat is my lullaby His smooth chest is my pillow His arms are the sheets that comfort me when I need comforting The sheets that caresses my face and dries my tears when needed
Whatever misalignments had knocked the earth off its axis twisted and turned and morphed until time stopped and it was me and you underneath the galaxies.
I want to wrap youInside myBroken dreamsAnd remember whatIt felt like toSleep alongsideSweet lullabies.I want to tell youWhat’s inside mySweet lullabiesAnd remember what
Little babe, it's time for bed. I've made a place to rest your head. Little child, go to sleep. It's there you'll find all your dreams. There's a place beyond your eyes,