That lullaby I have no right to listen to
The one my ears hunger
As A boy so wistful
In the breeze peaceful breeze
soul peeling off to investigate
That lullaby Not granted to me
Maybe I would venture out at night
To hear it on the wind and follow it
For a fondness of love
For a will to want to recognise it
before the heart grows cynical
To comprehend the melody of it
The sound that would put us to sleep
Stuffy summer evenings
A boy such as I romantic and naive
wishing the world might just sing me to sleep
send me off softly in calmness and comprehension
Yet here I am in the winds of chaos
3rd ring thrown about above the land
Senseless and disoriented catching a whiff of wild flowers
of soul neutrality a time without such aggression
My mind recalls the night light, those words from mother's mouth
Calmness in virtuous clarity
So distant from this heavy wrath for the world
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