Hush a bye, don’t you cry
Go to sleep little baby
When
Carve your frozen lips around the words you're meant to
Everybody in the country knows
I always sing that country songs
and
I remember my mother's hands
Laced in prayer
Frail as birds
Face she
Sometimes I pretend I am on nightwatch
and stare up from
If you can leave it all would you drive me
Forget, forget about the end
Forget about what may have been
In
in the coming days
i may take to flight
circling the trees
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