Rock-a-bye quietly in this cradle
And drink this here soup from a ladle
I’m searching if there’s spirit in these words
But first, is the spirit with us anymore?
Yes sir yes sir, like a box of fresh rain
Trying to heal and wash away the pain
Inflicted when the light was asleep
And dark we had with ourselves to keep
How I wish you were here
To be in heaven is with you my dear
And without it’s not hard to tell
That this is a living hell
Little Borrowers 