a message to the world...

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…