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The Cradle

I lying in my cradle locking upon a star.
I hear my mother whisper from afar.

Hush little baby dont you cry.
Your mother just want to say good bye.
Remember little baby when you grow old.
Everything who shines ain´t made of gold.

Take a deep breath and go to sleep.
Mommy don´t want see her baby weep.
Remember your best frien the darkness little baby.
It surrounding you, protecting you and hiding you.
Fore sure not mabye.

In the end it will give you the peace we all locking for.
And you will never be abandoned no more.
Learn to love the darkness my love, make it to your best friend.
And I promise you it will follow yuo across the end.

I Lying in my cradle I close my eyes.
I hear the gunshot and my mothers last sigh.
Mum has left from Earth afar.
I reach my hands towards the stars.
At last the peace and darkness she found.
She´ll never more walk on this ground.




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Publicerad 2010-08-18 21:49



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