Sing me a lullaby
a song so soothing and soft
cradle my dry twig worries
in the timber of your deep calming voice
Sing me a story
a tale of how we overcame
cradle my pebble hopes
in the crook of your strong arms
Sing me a sleep
a whisper from the centre of the dream catcher weave
cradle my claypot of wishes
as I spin on the potters wheel of tomorrow
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