OH HOW OUR MOTHERS
GAVE US THIS RHYTHMIC BEAT
A PULSE FUELED BY FIRE
WITHIN HER SELFLESS FEAT
WHILE SHE SWINGS
TO AND FRO
TIL WE SLIDE
LIKE THE TIDE
OUT OF HER
TOWARDS THE LIGHT
HER VOICE THE BEACON
A MELODIC GUIDE
THAT WE KNEW BEFORE KNOWING,
THAT WE RECOGNIZED
BEFORE WE COULD SEE
BEFORE THERE WERE LINES
BLIND AS WE FLOATED
SO WILLINGLY
BLIND IN BOUNDLESS DARK
YET UNAFRAID
ALL THE WHILE SHE WOULD SING
COME WHATEVER MAY
HER LULLABY
A SONG OF LOVE
AND NO GOODBYES
HER LULLABY
INSIDE WE’D SLUMBER
SAFE FROM ALL THINGS
BUM BUM BUM
BUM BUM BUM
SAFE AND SOUND
SHE WOULD SING
HER LULLABY
ITS WHEN I MISS HER
OR WHEN IM LOOSING ME
I LISTEN FOR THAT SOUND
OF WHAT I CANT SEE
THAT SAME SOUND THAT SHE GAVE TO ME
BUM BUM BUM
MY OWN HEART
AS IT THUMPS AND…
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