kołysanka dla Tissiego

There’s a skinny boy on the edge of town,
Wears his worries like a hand-me-down.
Eyes wide open in the dead of night,
Counting stars instead of sheep in flight.

(Pre-Chorus)
He hears the wind talk through the trees,
Whispers secrets on a midnight breeze.
But his mind runs fast, won’t let him be,
Trapped in dreams he’ll never see.

(Chorus)
He can’t sleep, no, he just lies awake,
Heart too loud for the silence to take.
Every shadow looks like a memory,
Every hour drags on endlessly.
He’s a ghost in his own skin,
A battle he won’t let win —
The skinny boy who couldn't sleep.

(Verse 2)
Bones like branches, heart like glass,
Living slow while the world runs past.
He writes songs he’ll never sing,
About broken clocks and paper wings.

(Pre-Chorus)
And he wonders if there’s more than this,
A softer world or a lover’s kiss.
But the night just sighs and pulls him deep,
Into thoughts too loud to let him sleep.

(Chorus)
He can’t sleep, no, he just lies awake,
Heart too loud for the silence to take.
Every shadow looks like a memory,
Every hour drags on endlessly.
He’s a ghost in his own skin,
A battle he won’t let win —
The skinny boy who couldn't sleep.

(Bridge)
But maybe someday, sleep will come,
With peace like the rise of a gentle sun.
And he’ll dream of skies that never end,
And wake to find he’s not alone again.

(Final Chorus)
He’ll sleep deep, not afraid to fall,
With dreams that answer every call.
No more shadows, no more fear,
Just the sound of morning drawing near.
He was lost in restless deep…
But tonight, the skinny boy will sleep.

lullaby