Child Is Born

If fear is faith in evil, as opposed to faith in good

Why do we dwell there longer than we should?

If words hold all the power for life and death, it seems

We'd better take the reins upon our dreams

For ages we've been toiling, progress of mankind

Crushing all the wrinkles, flattening the lines

But empty, dark, and hollow is all that is foreseen

For he who places I before the taking care of we

Child is born, child grows old

Same old story gets retold

Keep them safe, feed their souls

Heal your wounds, raise them whole

Child is born

Looking back on living from our dying bed

Will we read a long list of regret?

Will the tears that stain our faces, slow the hands of time

Or reconcile the choices of our crimes?

The hours that we wasted, chasing pleasure, greed, and pride

Are gone and lost forever, like the tears your children cried

In a cold hospital, far from where you call your home

Will they repeat that old cycle with the children of their own?

Child is born, child grows old

Same old story gets retold

Keep them safe, feed their souls

Heal your wounds, raise them whole

Child is born