If I was a cradle, then you'd let me rock. If I was a pony, then you'd let me trot. If I was the atom, you'd split me into three. When I wanna see you baby, don't you lock on me.
All the children come into the light. . There will be. Rock a bye baby from the rooftop. When the guns blow your cradle gets hot. When the earth quakes and the sky starts to fall.