Liked from Radio - Part 1

Inspired by ancestral tenderness, this song speaks in English and Swahili,
carrying the voice of the Archetypal African Mother.

Not a lullaby for sleep —
but for healing.
For remembrance.
For coming home.
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🌙 Lullaby for the Inner Child

This is a lullaby —
but not for children.
It is a song for the inner child within every grown-up.

For the one who was brave when they needed to cry.
Strong when they longed to be held.
For the one who waited to be seen,
to be heard…
and to hear:

"You are loved. ❤️
Always, always, always." ❤️

🌿
The song is sung by the Archetypal Mother —
the Great, quiet Love
who does not judge, demand, or leave.
She does not speak to the mind,
but to the heart. ❤️
Not to the outer world,
but to that inner voice that still whispers:

"I want to be seen. I want to be loved. Just because."

🌿
This lullaby does not put you to sleep.
It soothes you.
It wraps your soul in light.

It says:

"You are safe. You are whole now." 💫

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[Intro – soft ambient Afro lullaby atmosphere; slow 6/8 rhythm like rocking arms; music box chime spins gently; kalimba and soft balafon echo like memory; warm low humming beneath; feeling is ancient, maternal, and luminous]

[Spoken intro – very soft, as if whispered close to the ear]
Come, child.
No more hiding.
This song is yours.

[Instrumental – soft kalimba motif with faint music box melody and ambient textures; breath-like pulses underneath]

[Verse 1 – Low female voice, soft and deep, like Earth speaking gently]
You are loved —
always, always, always. ❤️
Even when you thought 
you weren’t enough,
I saw you… and I stayed.
I saw your pain…
and I sang.

[Instrumental – kalimba and humming blend, like arms slowly rocking]

[Chorus – whispered, mantra-like; slow kalimba and soft shaker underneath]
Lala salama, moyo wangu
Lala salama, mtoto wa mwanga
(Be at peace, my heart
Be in peace, child of light)
I am here for you —
and you are in my soul, forever. ❤️

[Instrumental – music box returns briefly, with soft percussion like distant lullaby drum]

[Verse 2 – tender, steady; vocal phrasing slightly breathier]
You don’t have to carry it anymore.
No need to prove, to win, to hide.
You are held in the arms 
of the Great Mother.
You are safe.
You are whole now. ❤️
Let my love hold your pain…
and sing it to light.

[Instrumental – airy balafon tones with ambient glow; faint breath-tones swell gently]

[Chorus – warm, slightly brighter tone; melodic variation on kalimba]
Lala salama, moyo wangu
Lala salama, mtoto wa mwanga
(Be at peace, my heart
Be in peace, child of light)
I am here for you —
and you are in my soul, forever. ❤️

[Instrumental – deeper humming beneath soft kalimba; a brief pause to breathe]

[Verse 3 – rhythm slows further, more breath between lines]
Let your brow soften —
no need to carry more.
Let your hands forget the weight.
Let your breath turn gentle and bright.
My voice is a light
that wraps around your heart. ❤️

[Instrumental – gentle shimmering tones, soft flute trails enter like moonlight through leaves]

[Bridge – ambient textures like glowing dust; flute joins in soft harmony]
Let your soul rest
in the cradle of love. ❤️
Let the light embrace
what still trembles inside.
As the world turns quiet,
you remain the child
of Light and Love. ❤️

[Instrumental – final kalimba loop with layered harmonies, music box slowly unwinds]

[Chorus – softer, as if sung from within the heart; vocal harmonies layered]
Lala salama, moyo wangu
Lala salama, mtoto wa mwanga
(Be at peace, my heart
Be in peace, child of light)
I am here for you —
and you are in my loving soul, forever. ❤️

Forever. ❤️

❤️❤️❤️

[Outro – kalimba slows to silence; music box fades; final sound is long, gentle exhale with harmonic hum]

[Forever]

Lullaby for the Inner Child

Welcome to the 212 (Part 1) is a late-night walk through New York City — where jazz drifts out of doorways, stories cross at intersections, and every song feels like a conversation overheard at the right moment.

This album blends city jazz, smoky ballads, and quiet reflections, capturing love, doubt, desire, and the small revelations that happen between dusk and dawn.

Part 1 is an introduction — a first step into the rhythm, romance, and vulnerability of the 212.

Just the Lonely Talking Again

WHITNEY HOUSTON

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