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Can I hear a lullaby Just one more before I die Can I hear a song so true That when it's through I am too A melody to take me home A tune to send my soul to roam With the wild horses on the plains To fly me away on birds that reign The skies so free and take my heart To follow home the lonesome lark To carry me on the evening wind Never to live never again Not in something so binding Something drowning, me blinding My soul searches to be free Free of this humanity May I be just as a breeze One that maybe you can breathe And when I fill your lungs May that song be sung May I forget what is this mind Clinging Grasping just to bind I want more than I have found The freedom of no inner sound No thought veering out of control No mental ground to lose my soul No mortal coil to hold me here No experience left of fear May I come back as naught more Than a draft of wind to soar With the falcons and eagles Never held by such a meager Sightless breathless lifeless me Ever wanting to be free Sing to me that song so true That when its through so I am too
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Sep 27, 2011
Sep 27, 2011 at 10:49 PM UTC
My Lullaby
Can I hear a lullaby Just one more before I die Can I hear a song so true That when it's through I am too A melody to take me home A tune to send my soul to roam With the wild horses on the plains To fly me away on birds that reign The skies so free and take my heart To follow home the lonesome lark To carry me on the evening wind Never to live never again Not in something so binding Something drowning, me blinding My soul searches to be free Free of this humanity May I be just as a breeze One that maybe you can breathe And when I fill your lungs May that song be sung May I forget what is this mind Clinging Grasping just to bind I want more than I have found The freedom of no inner sound No thought veering out of control No mental ground to lose my soul No mortal coil to hold me here No experience left of fear May I come back as naught more Than a draft of wind to soar With the falcons and eagles Never held by such a meager Sightless breathless lifeless me Ever wanting to be free Sing to me that song so true That when its through so I am too
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Sep 27, 2011
Sep 27, 2011 at 10:49 PM UTC
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