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Verse 1

Rachelle, a boy mom, guiding love through the night,Nick named squirrelicious guiding

Angels with unseen horns ,softly shedding light.

Teaching languages that haven’t been heard .

Speaking languages of cheese, and hopes of desire.

Pre-Chorus

Dodging Matadors and squirrels in the hall,

Bedtime is the time of ghost tears to reset those near.

Bedtime, the dread time of outgoing tears,

Bedtime is the time, the boy’s voices disappears.

Chorus

The kids voices drowned, yet destined for fame,

Calvin will be the name, a flicker in the flame.

Rochelle believes that monsters are real,

The devil makes deals, but some you never appeal.

Verse 2

Monsters climb the hills , slide to draw appeal , squeal to make it appeal

Need nose pills for their pills, but truth denies.

Rachelle listens for their cheer,

A carnival of whispers only brave hearts hear.

Bridge

In the hush between dawn and the turning streetlight gleam,

She steadies a heartbeat that learns to dream.

If the world counts the screams, she counts the melodies in a day

In the quiet, a chorus where every right belongs.

Chorus

The boy’s voice is drowned, yet destined for fame,

Calvin will be the name, a flicker in the flame.

Rochelle believes that monsters are real,

The devil makes deals, but none you appeal.

Verse 3

Angels with unseen horns echo soft and low,

Teaching languages that bloom where wild rivers flow.

Calvin and Everett trade secrets behind the scene,

In the bedtime hour, where the ghosts have been.

Outro

So let the meteors sneeze, let the cheeses sing in code,

Let the unseen horns carry the stories untold.

Rochelle, a boy mom, holds the line with grace,

In a world of whispers, she finds a brighter place.