My mother used to rock me,
and hold me,
sing lulleybeys,
hold my hand in the parking lot,
and cook cookies in her kitchen
Those are just memoreis in the sands of time,
that came all in due time.
My father used to pick me up,
fly me away,
read me bed time storeis,
greet me with a kiss each day.
Those are just melodies that my heart sings to me,
all in due time.
My sister used to spray me with a house,
cut out my jack-o-lanturn with me,
and decorate my christmas tee.
Those things we toke for granted were lost
all in due time.
My house used to shelter me,
oh from the cool
but the roof fell long ago
and I will build a new one,
all in due time.
An artist world,
An artist sancuary
A great place for me on this mad rollercosster of life
One that we will be off
all in due time.
I'm young,
and I'm free,
and the wind carries me.
I lead with my heart,
all in due time.
