it truly is a siren sound,
that constant mellow drum,
it is what makes children drift asleep,
when mothers hold and hum
•
we rely on it so dearly,
to keep us where we stand
it tends to skip from time to time,
when someone takes your hand
•
listen to them closely,
every resonating tone
your own personal orchestra,
made from fire, dust, and stone
•
feeding you from dawn til night,
they echo through your veins
they are nonstop like the oceans,
the waves when it rains
Sep 3, 2014
Sep 3, 2014 at 10:54 PM UTC
it truly is a siren sound,
that constant mellow drum,
it is what makes children drift asleep,
when mothers hold and hum
•
we rely on it so dearly,
to keep us where we stand
it tends to skip from time to time,
when someone takes your hand
•
listen to them closely,
every resonating tone
your own personal orchestra,
made from fire, dust, and stone
•
feeding you from dawn til night,
they echo through your veins
they are nonstop like the oceans,
the waves when it rains
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