#49 – Do you think you can tell?

04/09/2022

Rock-a-bye quietly in this cradle
And drink this here soup from a ladle
I’m searching if there’s spirit in these words
But first, is the spirit with us anymore?

Yes sir yes sir, like a box of fresh rain
Trying to heal and wash away the pain
Inflicted when the light was asleep
And dark we had with ourselves to keep

How I wish you were here
To be in heaven is with you my dear
And without it’s not hard to tell
That this is a living hell

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