My motions to carry me through the day,
are hardened and forced into being,
I have no motivation for anything
not looking, doing, or seeing.

I'm locked inside myself so tight,
I feel I'm in a great knot,
what is the reason behind this hell,
someone I love isn't feeling so hot.

We aren't talking sniffles or headache,
but oh such a more serious thing,
my heart is lain cold and heavy,
and there's only one song I can sing.

One that I heard a long time ago
as he came to me laying in bed,
and sang his sweet song to his little girl
as he tucked her into her bed.

Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, 
hush now don't you cry,
I wonder did he know it would be
this woman's lullaby.

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