Once . . There was a way

To get back home :

Remember.

When golden slumbers kiss your eyes . .
May smiles wake you when you rise. Sleep green child do not cry.

Four

Care is heavy, therefore sleep you.
For . .
You are care's heir, therefore keep . . You.
Sleep pretty wanton, do not cry,
For you i sing this lullaby.

Knecht-a, green youth.
You always did see before your time,
Scrying forth in board through pane
Perhaps to some day, some time we may find . .
Some truth just sung, a lullaby.

And till that day, we carry that weight.
In hope, you went, not to die,
And in these words we'll find:
You were the one who is alive.

Fives, may it ring ever in your ears . .
That once there was a way,
But now, whatever happens, happens.
You're gonna carry that weight.

Initiate the Human Instrunmentality Project.
See you . .