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Sing to the Child

I once held a penny
In my frail hand
And squeezed it so hard
It dissolved into sand
Then an old woman
Wise with foresight
She said
Sing to your child
Life roams in the wild

So I ran to find meaning
I ran to get lost
There was blood on the saddle
And painstaking cost
And the old woman
Wise with living
She said
Sing to your child
Life roams in the wild

So I begged as noone watched
And watched the beggar plead
And frowned in the gutter
With alms and a fee
And the old woman
Wise with giving
She said
Sing to your child
Life roams in the wild

And I turned a blind eye
And was blinded by strength
And weakness fell prey
To a well-defined stench
And the old woman
Wise with god-spell
She said
Sing to your child
Life roams in the wild

Now I hear the old heartbeat
From times of old lore
Strike harder and meaner
Than I heard before
And the old woman
Wise with anger
She says
Sing to your child
Life roams in the wild

There's a madman in the attic
Who whistles when he speaks
And a portrait of sins
Going pale with each shriek
And an old woman
Wild with laughter
She says
Sing to your child
Life roams in the wild

Life caught in the wild
Life stillborn in the wild
Life sinks in the wild

© Mats Davidsen

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Sing to the Child (Single Mix)
Released 12 March 2023

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