At some point , lullabies gently whispered
turn to instructions , barked.
The loving laying out of babygrows and blankets
are now reminders to brush your teeth ,
Brush your teeth, brush your teeth.
The love is the same
Isn’t it ?
They still know, they can still tell
That the love is the same.
Can’t they ?
That you’re just tired ,there’s just so much to do
and always, always somewhere to be.
But the love is the same
Though the lullabies are gone.