Pillow Talk

Is it my child you are aborting?
Driving me away from my shelter
I remember working tirelessly to build it
A shelter for us in the storm...

I blessed you with sons are they mine?
All I know is I gathered rocks to leave behind
You would not be contented with my dreams...
Empty promises you followed with your vesting....

For beacon lights stem from rocks built by men.....
In their search for their golden gate to heaven,
These little crafts I will not leave behind
My wind and chimes will lead them.