You miss someone so much as to wish your heart was made of water to forget and shift away;
staying up late to not sleep so you won’t dream of her, either.
You pray it’s just another tape that got accidentally played;
your mind scrambles around to catch the mischievous trigger.
It’ll be just fine, it’ll be alright.
And as time clocks away, things will get better.
In the cradle, our tears fall for water
Until we hear the soothing voices of our mother
Sings her lullaby to her child with grace
You hold her with majestical embrace
Her heart beat, enriched with love and warmth
Her soul, praised by the Mighty and exalted
She is the knight we call for assistance
Or the angel in our dreams
Our eyes shut, our thoughts transform to fantasy
Gently, she takes us to our cradles
Prays to Lord for His care and protection
To gaurd the infant from malevolence
With tears, she ends her prayers
The room turns dark…
