The ticktock of time allows me to see
A howl turn to an echo
A butterfly to a cocoon
A swan to ugly duckling
A lake to an ocean
The dead times awake
As I can calm myself to yesterday
The flower has fallen its petals
Out of the petals a cradle I will
My cradle rocks with the waves of time
The time of beauty will never be the same
Oh, little girl, as thou must now leave
Please take me, take me with thee
Now I hear my mother from the deep
Sing me a lullaby of eternal sleep
With thou we plant that last recall
As in silence we seek to reborn