The grassy hollow sang out siren calls
Amist the city sounds who's heartless rhythm hauled
unto a bussle that mauled
the caring heart of every doll.
Sit with me under this tree,
feel the song it serendades- the angelic voice it brings.
Secluded and untouched amist the claws of the metropoliton rush.
Beautiful and serene carier of me.
Lie down in the hollow carved
hear her glorious beating heart.
She caresses my tired bones,
mother will take me home.
In the hollow I do belive that every soul shall see
that grassy patch, so undesturbed, so clean.
A blissful oasis in a world so mean.
Amist my cries, Mother will rescue me.
May 6
May 6, 2026 at 5:19 PM UTC
The grassy hollow sang out siren calls
Amist the city sounds who's heartless rhythm hauled
unto a bussle that mauled
the caring heart of every doll.
Sit with me under this tree,
feel the song it serendades- the angelic voice it brings.
Secluded and untouched amist the claws of the metropoliton rush.
Beautiful and serene carier of me.
Lie down in the hollow carved
hear her glorious beating heart.
She caresses my tired bones,
mother will take me home.
In the hollow I do belive that every soul shall see
that grassy patch, so undesturbed, so clean.
A blissful oasis in a world so mean.
Amist my cries, Mother will rescue me.