Lullaby of the Moths

Hush now, do not cry

A crystal teardrop from your eye

The men would have to die

To stop this lullaby

And when the song is done

The dead of night will have just begun

A thousand birds will fly down

And plant your teardrops under the groundDo you hear the planets sing?

We will fly on a moth's wing

Up to where there is no sound

While your tears grow under the ground

Song Discussions is protected by U.S. Patent 9401941. Other patents pending.