I wish that someone would sing me to sleep. Sing to me of who I am, where I have been and where I am going. Reconnect me with my self and the story that I have told myself often, yet not heard enough, about who I am.
Daily life disconnects me from my self. It sends me mad and reeling through the forest of illusion. And I cannot remember who I am.
Sing me to sleep. Sing me home. Re-enchant my soul. In the beginning, there was sound.
