Unspoken
When I was little,
I used to be daddy’s little girl
My mother had an unspoken myth for us all
Unspoken words, unspoken love and a beauty
That floats with every tune of a lullaby.
When I grew up
Had a baby of mine
God handed her with all colors of grace
Unspoken words, unspoken love and a beauty
That floats with every tune of a lullaby
I wish I could bond with yesterday to cuddle the love I’ve lost
To put words that float with every river running to the sea
Wrapped in a world of divine mercy.
Unspoken words, unspoken love and a beauty
That floats with every tune of a lullaby.
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