Oo, my unborn sweet child
Should I bring you to this harsh world of mine people?
Where you will face doubts, disillusions and corruption?
Oo, my unborn sweet child, so innocent you are
I know beauties you are missing,
but are you not part of this beauty now?
Oo, my unborn sweet child
You will face feelings, nightmares and the so called life
You shall face laws and rules, and what they call conscious
You shall be taught that there is right and wrong, that this is the truth
You shall be wrapped by your people
protected by their never ending whispers in your poor innocent head
This is my world my sweet unborn child
This is my world
Where they search for escapes, meanings and different worlds
But imagination is no more there my child, no more there
You see they say we are above nature, our equal, that’s what they do claim
Others claim of higher powers, and commandments which we should follow
And they follow rules, and tell you it is this way, and only this
And you have to believe it, if you don't want to be crushed by the herd
Materials, my child, is all they care about, outfits and outer beauty
And they forgot of the inside and the beauty within
Sweet child of mine, don’t worry though
You shall be born within a lullaby which I will sing you
You shall smell the grass, climb the tree and sail the sea
You shall bathe in the sun and run, wild and free
And I will not shout at you to come back to me, and obey my laws
Oh, no, I shall tell you, run boy, run free
And you shall see mine beautiful world and build yours
You shall feel the change,
and smell the scents carried with the winds from far lands
We shall play, and roll, laugh, and invent, learn, and adventure
And a kiss on the forehead I shall give you
before you sleep after the story ends
Mine sweet unborn child
I see the beauty in your eyes
I see the truth of it all
I see a world with no lies
And a lullaby I shall sing
Which I wrote specially for you
You are mine sweet innocent child
This world I’ll prepare for you
