My world is with you as you hold my hand Kiss my brow, and run in the sand Leave a fresh coin under my pillow Tell me a story so I will swallow My peas and my porridge and my fish and my milk Your hair all around me – a curtain of silk.
Tell me Mama, will you always be there To tuck me to sleep with kisses and care To make me a dress with raindrops and love To sing me a song of the soft feathered dove Tell me tales of wondrous far away lands Make me dolls of cotton with your clever hands.
Take me with you Ma wherever you go You match your quick footsteps to my pace so slow As I watch sun dried leaves spin in the breeze Wander off the stone path into the trees When I grow to be a woman like you We will live in this cottage just us two.
Am I Alive, or am I dead? Is this all just a dream inside my head? I feel like I’m losing my grip. Quick say something, anything before I slip. Nightmares slowly creeping. Has he finally come to do the
The very essence of love is uncertain, A relentless thumping of the heart. I must speak to you by such means as they are within my reach. He pierces my soul driving me into madness. I am half agony, half
The moon awaits eagerly in the same pedestal it ignited my passion. What lips, my lips have kissed, are long forgotten. The memories easily quickened as a few puddles along the way I voluntarily stepped in. What arms have lain