Jan 2016
Rockabye babies
Our mothers our dead
In the tree tops
We lay down our heads
When the wind blows
They shut all the doors
The cradle will rock
Our clothes are all torn
When the bow breaks
We’re hungry, alone
The cradle will fall
We wished for a family, but now we’re too tall
Our mothers our dead
In the tree tops
We lay down our heads
When the wind blows
They shut all the doors
The cradle will rock
Our clothes are all torn
When the bow breaks
We’re hungry, alone
The cradle will fall
We wished for a family, but now we’re too tall
Currently working on a collection entitled "The Cradle Will Fall". This is my opening piece, inspired by a friend very close to my heart.
