Cradles

(From cradles of the past)

From cradles of the past
Her eyes are singing softly
To the dusk

She’s taking me so gently
To years of joy and laughter
Spinning fast

Oh, can you see her at last?
Oh, look behind your own mask.

Master of deception
You carried out for ages
On the run

In vain she cried for mercy
Your ears were deaf your eyes
Oh so blind

Oh, can you see her at last?
Oh, look behind your own mask.

Open up your heart and follow
Gentle sounds, her song so mild
Shining rainbow, painting colours
In the tears of your inner child

Let the child near greet him gladly
Take it’s hand forget your pain
Feel the joy and brace the laughter
When you hear the song again