In the Dead of the Night

Intro:

In the dead of night, the cradle rocks.
Echoes in the shadows, ticking clocks.
Tiny hands reach out for air.
Chaos reigns, curly hair everywhere.

Rhyme 1:

Under the moonlight, whispers grow,
silent secrets only shadows know.
From the cradle to the rocking chair,
curly hair is everywhere.

Chorus:

Rock the cradle, feel the storm,
in the darkness love takes form.
Curly hair, wild and free,
a symbol of our destiny.

Rhyme 2:

Midnight cries break the silence.
Through the tears, there's defiance.
From the cradle to the chair,
curly hair, we declare.

Chorus:

Rock the cradle, feel the storm,
in the darkness love takes form.
Curly hair, wild and free,
a symbol of our destiny.

Bridge:

We raise the fallen, with songs unsung.
In the cradle, the journey’s begun.
Rocking chair of life we all must share.
Curly hair, our eternal flare.

Chorus:

Rock the cradle, feel the storm,
in the darkness love takes form.
Curly hair, wild and free,
a symbol of our destiny.

Outro:

From the cradle to the end,
curly hair, our eternal friend.
Rock on through the night’s despair,
for curly hair, we'll always care.