My nights were broken Split by the wail of my phantom baby's cries
Half asleep I would stumble to the crib that wasn't there
Awake Aware now I would return To my bed With empty,aching, arms
I wondered as I hugged my pillow close And rocked myself to sleep If you were out there Truly crying If your cries had somehow traveled to me If you were now being rocked and comforted by another
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Or if those tears And cries were welling up from a place deep inside me And spilling into my dreams.
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