I must have been five and she would have been four...when we walked out of the crèche door I must have been five and she would have been four...when we walked out of the c...

The poem shows phases of breaking up. The poem shows phases of breaking up.

Snakes slither beneath the skin, Unholy fears crept in. Strands of wisdom, Sing a lullaby ... Snakes slither beneath the skin, Unholy fears crept in. Strands of wisdom,...

Sleep Sleep

Say it in the ears, come a bit closer. Say it in the ears, come a bit closer.

Slowly breaking dawn Waiting for the Sun's first rays Glimpses of gold lighting up the dark Slowly breaking dawn Waiting for the Sun's first rays Glimpses of gold lighting ...