this is a message from my home, although you might call it
a womb,
i’ve been here nearly 9 months now, and it’s starting to
feel like a tomb…
it won't be long till i’m out, i'm patiently playing a
waiting game,
but it’s so dark in here, it’s hot, cramped and
constricting,
and to be honest with ya, i think it’s time to be
leaving…
i'm not
sure what's out there, that's me not able to see,
but from
all the mumblings and the murmurings, there should be plenty out there for
me...
y’know
i’ve been thinking, and i’d love to be greeted by blue skies and flowers, but
the future is a mystery, and reading it is out of my powers...
don't get
me wrong, i'm not trying to be hard to please,
and when
the time comes, believe me i'll leave with ease,
but for
now i’ve got time to waste, so i wait and waste to my own pace...
waste now
and then let that word be, for what i plan for me, is to let the world see me
be the very best me i can possibly be...
and the
big day's getting close now, i can feel the outside world looming...
blue
skies and rainbows, and a million flowers blooming...
now
there's a noise rumbling outside, and light creeps into my eyes, so i guess
this is the end of the ride...or is it just the start? i really can’t decide…
i hope
the world i'm becoming a part of, is a beautiful haze of lazy summer days, but i
suspect that isn't quite true,
instead
i've heard it’s rotten and sinking, on account of the things men do…
status,
labels and money - i've heard that these are our priority...
but placing
them over charity, philanthropy and the very essence of humanity is beyond
me...that i just cannot see...
now i'm
hoping this ain't the truth - because that doesn't seem quite fair...
but then
it's you who's leaving this world first, so why the fuck should you care??
in a
world that’s moving too fast, too quickly today becomes the past,
no time
for old ‘uns and nowhere for the young…
how do we
expect to leave any good behind, when all is said and done?
now i
know that must seem bleak, but listen to the words i speak,
i just long
for a world that looks out for everyone, from the strong to the weak and the
meek…
but hope
does spring eternal, unrelenting and unending,
so i
haven’t given up my chances, on my dreams of a happy ending,
and i
can't wait to know my parents; my guardians, my teacher, my friends...
there
through thick and thin, until this world ends...
my
enduring defence - teaching me sense, showing me love, preserving my
innocence...
well i'm
here now, and as she watches me intently, i can see my mum loves me…
and
although i’m yet to hear my name, i can see my dad feels just the same…
the
feeling of a loving parent – the best life can possibly be,
if things
go wrong, just look for their house, and with my family is where you’ll find
me…
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