Fleeting Lullaby Lyrics Novels & Stories

" *** 'Violet's eyelashes twitched as she tried to snap her eyes open. She suddenly felt cold and her body reacted on its own, curling into a ball. She was awake, but something about her surroundings compelled her to just lay there and fall back to sleep again. The air was cool on her skin, the land under her as soft as a bed of cotton. There was a beautiful, calm and soothing voice singing a lullaby somewhere in the distance. The sound of the waterfall, the gentle ripple of water in the softly flowing wind, and the chirping of birds played like background music. Jasmine hung there to listen to the lullaby. "Lavender's blue dilly dilly You are brave and your decisions are right, They have ne

This girl must have a very special place in his heart if he is willing to do so. “Don't laugh if my voice isn't up to par.,” said Ibrahim. “I just want you to sing before I fall asleep.” He cleared his throat before taking a big breath, imagining a tune suitable for a lullaby. When your legs don't work like they used to before And I can't sweep you off of your feet Will your mouth still remember the taste of my love Will your eyes still smile from your cheeks And darling I will be loving you 'til we're 70

He clear his throat and takes a start. " I was living in my dreams, and only my eyes were living, there was no one I was living alone, " " I was silent, and no word was on my lips, there was no one I was living alone, " " But after meeting you I learn to live in this world, " " After meeting you every moment is new, " " After meeting you I found my breath, " " After meeting you there is magic everywhere, " " After meeting you I become more alone even in the crowd, "

I opened my eyes to see everything spinning in front of me and with that I fainted. "That's my girl" A beautiful woman stood smiling looking at a baby in her arms. She hushed the crying baby and cradled her in her arms singing a lullaby to her. The scene seemed oddly familiar to me and yet I couldn't grasp when this happened or who the people were. I walked towards them to hear it. The way she hummed was the same humming I had heard when the wind blew in. The women rocked the child and gave a tinkling laugh. She bought her lips closer to the baby ear and I leaned forward to hear what she was whispering. It was a lullaby. "Never turn your back to where you belong, Hush little one and listen t

“That is not Lyra.” The words cracked through the hallway instantly. Yet even he didn’t sound convinced. That was the worst part. Not the fear. The uncertainty. Because some small part of him wanted it to be her too. The lights overhead flickered violently. The house groaned. And beneath us— soft humming floated upward again. The same lullaby. The same melody that had haunted my dreams for weeks. Only now… it sounded weaker. Sadder. Like the child singing it had grown tired of waiting.

"Ms. Lynn, can you hear me?" "How many fingers am I holding up?" "Ms. Lynn" "Ms. Lynn can you feel..." It was like the lyrics of a faint departing music, sung with harmonies of solos and duets, each lyric fainter than the previous. Her body seemed to be floating on cool waters and her eyes were drowsy, lured into the seductive beckoning of the empty space which her eyes surrendered to, moving away from the fading voices.

"When I was little. A lullaby. I can hear it sometimes, but the words are gone. Just the shape of it." Damian shifts, reaches for the lamp. The light is soft, yellow, making the shadows long. "What did it sound like?" I close my eyes, try to find the melody. "Hush now, little one, the moon is bright. Mama's here to hold you tight. Sleep, my love, beneath the stars. You are safe, no matter where you are." My voice cracks. "Something like that. I think." He's quiet for a moment. "That's beautiful."

I tiptoe out and close the door behind me. I wait a moment outside the door. Zara’s cries make my heart feel like it’s in a vise. A sad smile comes across my face when I hear Mom singing a lullaby. It’s the same one she always sang to me when I was little. Even from outside the room, her voice makes me feel better. Late at night when the moon is high / The Wolf will make its eerie cry / Echoes in the valleys deep / And the mountains that are steep Then they travel far and wide / To find that soothing lullaby / They do not stop not once at all / Until they find that lovely song

She starts to sing to me. When I hear a baby cry, I think of a lullaby— a lullaby that seems to cling to me— a lullaby my momma would sing to me. But Mama, I'm not tired. I yawn sleepily. Mama grins and continues to sing You will close your eyes, you will rest on my heart, waiting for the sweet night. While you will sleep, while you will dream, I will watch over you. I close my eyes and listen to my Mama's beautiful voice

All afternoon, I curled up in my bedroom, yet the laughter from the living room rang far too clearly. When I looked in on them, I saw Ellis smiling as Russell fed her grapes. “You’ve injured your arm… I’m here to take care of you and ease your burdens.” “I need you to ease more than just that. Tonight, help me shower. That would truly ease my burdens.” I turned away, refusing to listen, holding back the tears in my eyes. I gathered several documents, planning to return to the company, but just as I reached the stairs, Ellis called out to me.