A Son's Song.

Rock me by my cradle,

Oh! Mother,

Gentle to the call of dreams,

For my time has come.

Sing me a lullaby, hush!

Oh! Mother,

Soothing to my ears.

My heart has grown cold,

Ripened with the jest of time,

My time's now.

Lead me by your hand,

Oh! Mother,

The road lies ahead,

Untrodden and unmade.

Tuck me in your warmth,

Oh! Mother,

A bereft of bare winter's come.

Hold me in your arms,

Oh! Mother,

The abyss is here,

All the pains I need to endure,

For my time has come.