The ticktock of time allows me to see. An authent to an echo. The butterfly to a cocoon. A swan to Ugly Duckling ruling to an ocean. . The dead times awake. As I've been call myself to yesterday. A flower has fallen its petals. Out of the petals a cradle I will. . My cradle rocks with the waves of time. The time of beauty will never be the same. Oh little girl as thou must no leave. Please take me take me with thee. . Now I hear my mother from the deep. Sing me a lullaby of eternal sleep. Wilt blow wee plant that last to recall. As in silence we sing to reborn. ==========================. *Para mais letras acesse: confinsdanoite.cjb.net