Rock my baby to sleep

Sing to her through the storm

Thick forests or knee deep snow

Everybody knows, that’s when the test

Becomes turbulent, when the wind blows

From east to west, dust flies in our face

Funnel clouds bring a dose of reality

And our plate suddenly seems too full

Sing to my child, the infant beginnings

Of a soul ready to do good

In a world that can hardly spell or explain

What it means to do right for the sake

Of a face you’ll never get to meet

No prize, no gratification

Just a spirit enlightened

And a heart elated

By a conscious effort to be at peace

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