- The cradle -

Waiting and wondering,
Like a cradle in the garden,
Knowing for nothing,
Like a baby with no words,
Always been waiting for someone,
To push it,
And to make it moving,
Be patient for all the time,
Cause it's still hoping,
That someday it will be swinging,
As high as it could,
As far as it wished,
And as long as it has been wondering.