If my name was Genghis
If I wore a sword
If I ran with horses
and led a mighty horde
I would surely keep my children
close upon my breast
and sing them softly lullabies
near our tender nest
But alas my name is woman
no sword to guard our rest
and Genghis stole my daughter
he's put her to the test
I can hear her silent crying
in my dreams and when I wake
a hollow ghostly screaming
she’s un-allowed to make
A golden horde surrounds her
a captive she must smile, in
a carnival of horrors
performing at her trial
My Phoebe can you hear me ?
you beat in mama's time
look up and see the stars
they are yours and they are mine
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