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Sing to You, I Sing, a Little Lullaby

A mother sings her child a lullaby, as she rocks her back and forth to sleep.

Sing to you, I sing, a little lullaby.

While I cradle your gentle existence in my arms.

Sing to you, my baby, a little lullaby.

Cradle you firm, to keep away from harm.


Listen to the story mama has to tell.

A young girl, saw the world, and with it, in love she fell.

The music, the colours, the stories to tell.

Her innocent mind led her imagination to swell.


Listen to the story mama has to tell,

Mama will do it surely and well.


The dreams she had were as big as her heart.

Where to begin exploring the world, where to start?

There was too much to do and see, before from this world she’d depart.

Having just bright-eyed wonder was maybe not that smart.


Listen to the story mama has to tell.

Of the girl who never wanted to be locked up in her shell.


She was hopeful of good things and light.

But the world does what it does and does it right.

For before the little one could adventure out and take flight.

Her mind grew demons she could not fight.


Listen to the story mama has to tell

Listen to it now, and ever, and listen well.


The darkness in her mind spread stronger than the light could.

For what else does the world do to innocence? What else it would.

Her light was taken from her, right where she stood.

But she bore and she fought, as much as she should.


Listen to the story mama has to tell.

My smiling, feisty, bright-eyed little gazelle.


The darkness grew in her mind and she struggled too.

But then things became easier because she had you.

For the world can be as cruel as it wants to.

But love, that is strong and powerful, I found in you.


Listen to the story mama has to tell.

Don’t just listen but keep it in your heart too.


I have a lesson for you to learn.

Never lose sight of all the good things you yearn.

For the the wheels of fate will always turn.

And one day you might have demons and thoughts that will burn


Listen to the story mama has to tell.

Listen closest now, and listen well.


Fight if you must because though the world might seem bad,

There is more love than can ever be had.

Just like you do now, from me and your dad.

There are other bright things and with them the world is clad.


Listen to the story mama has to tell

Heed what I say, I must compel.


Never lose the beauty and hope in you.

Even when your demons and the world tell you to.

Even if everything leads negative thoughts to conspire and brew.

There is always hope, just as the little girl learned as she grew.


Sing to you, I sing, a little lullaby.

While I cradle your gentle existence in my arms.

Sing to you, my baby, a little lullaby.

Cradle you firm, to keep away from harm. 

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