a lullaby that a mother in my book sings to her childern when she has to give them up.
Oh, and i know how terrible it is.
Precious blackbird
Sleep my baby blackbird,
Sleep till the new dawn.
Dream my little blackbird,
Of mourns new adventures,
Cradled in the earth’s timeless womb,
You shall be safe,
Till you are found,
Fly my precious blackbird,
Fly soundly away from me,
Sleep my baby blackbird,
Till the danger passes.
Cradled in the earth’s timeless womb,
You shall be safe,
You shall be free.
