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I wrote a lullaby today My raw voice running out of things to say faster than I could play So I changed the words and switched the key Thinking less about you and more about me Ellis I'm not broken by the past just rattled by mistakes I'm still playing to a younger me -this lullaby- as he wakes The kid looks anxious even broken beyond repair Drenched in fear he is looking for a father who is not there And as I tell the kid that "love is not a lie" I find I contradict myself endlessly wondering if it is worth a try

If you were a coffin, I'd gladly become a corpse -                                                             - but, shit, he was a bed of thorns.

I’ll help clean out the cobwebs, that grow in your lungs your heart your head and then I hope with ease, you can take some deeper breaths.