Stillwater Lullaby
Floating on the glass Where
the sky reflects the past
A solitary wooden frame
Whispering a forgotten name
We drift away from shore
Not looking back anymore
Into the deep we go
Letting the current flow
We are rising now
We are the light on the still horizon
Moving through the dark as the sun is rising
Guided by the stars
on an open sea
Finally finding where we want to be Stillness holds the night
Waiting for the morning light (ohhh) Drifting free (hummmm)