Sweet songs of childhood
go dancing through my head,
whispering secrets of family and friends
sung by beautiful memories.
The harmonious tunes are not of fear
but of love and happiness;
the tears shed in remembrance
are not of sadness, but of hope.
In the purest a capella, I hear voices
singing lullabies of years past-
mother, father, grandma, grandpa,
then more, now a chorus.
There all the while,
heard only by those who listen,
the songs can be found only in your heart--
listen to the secrets of years to come.