Her spirit was lost
when I was born,
torn from her heart.
Start, from the
beginning, singing,
no lullaby for
this new born.
Cry baby, cry as
her spirit did die,
she fled, bled, dead.
Alive in body
lightening sent to
her brain drained
what fire was left.
Bereft this child
still cries in the dark,
hark! Where is the
Lullaby, hushaby,
For this new born?
Mar 9, 2010
Mar 9, 2010 at 9:13 AM UTC
Her spirit was lost
when I was born,
torn from her heart.
Start, from the
beginning, singing,
no lullaby for
this new born.
Cry baby, cry as
her spirit did die,
she fled, bled, dead.
Alive in body
lightening sent to
her brain drained
what fire was left.
Bereft this child
still cries in the dark,
hark! Where is the
Lullaby, hushaby,
For this new born?
