I don’t need someone to hand me the world,
Or diamonds and dreams all perfectly curled.
I don’t need to conquer, to rise or to sing,
Or prove I am worthy of everything.
I don’t need a love song loud and grand,
No violins played by a master’s hand.
No ballad that echoes for all to hear,
No verses that shimmer, polished and clear.
I don’t need a playwright shaping my days,
No towering words in a Shakespearean haze.
No stage, no spotlight, no curtain call
I don’t need that kind of magic at all.
But I need a voice that’s gentle and low,
A hush of a tune only night winds know.
A lullaby simple, tender, and true,
Soft as the dark and quiet as blue.
Something to gather the thoughts in my head,
And sit with the shadows under my bed.
To quiet the whispers that creep in deep,
And rock all my worries slowly to sleep.
To chase every monster, both near and far,
To dim every fear like a fading star.
To cradle the night till it loosens its hold,
And wrap me in calm, quiet and gold.
I don’t need the world or a dazzling dream
Just a soft little song in the in-between