There is a strangled lullaby
On top of the hollow tree
A cradle shattered and cast aside
You won't hear the crying babies
And the men are sitting on the branches
Singing about how they love the tree
Regardless of its breaking boughs
And the shriveling of its leaves
They're eating all the rotten fruit
That they're trying their best to call sweet
They're kicking at its poisoned roots
Saying it's strong while it shatters at its feet
They're sure they can't hear it breaking
While they're singing the lullaby
So much so they tell the baby to start climbing
And they even tell them they can fly
All the while they can't hear it
As it's all breaking at the base
They're so happy where they sit
But soon, it will all fall into place.
Then there will be nothing left that they can break
A baby can only cry for so long
Till they learn to live and run away
And find a sturdy tree to write a new song
Oct 10, 2021
Oct 10, 2021 at 9:17 AM UTC
There is a strangled lullaby
On top of the hollow tree
A cradle shattered and cast aside
You won't hear the crying babies
And the men are sitting on the branches
Singing about how they love the tree
Regardless of its breaking boughs
And the shriveling of its leaves
They're eating all the rotten fruit
That they're trying their best to call sweet
They're kicking at its poisoned roots
Saying it's strong while it shatters at its feet
They're sure they can't hear it breaking
While they're singing the lullaby
So much so they tell the baby to start climbing
And they even tell them they can fly
All the while they can't hear it
As it's all breaking at the base
They're so happy where they sit
But soon, it will all fall into place.
Then there will be nothing left that they can break
A baby can only cry for so long
Till they learn to live and run away
And find a sturdy tree to write a new song