Baby just born,
this new world you won,
destiny's is open,
your journeys begun.
You cry for the sorrow you're still going to feel,
for all the confusion and broken souls that kneel.
You cry for the beautiful sunsets you will see,
the pain of love's passion and the horrors that be.
So much anticipation that you don't understand,
so much expectations of what will be wrought by your hands.
Will you be a hero who will rise and break through?
Or just another chancer with nothing to do?
Will you be a saviour defining this age?
Or just another traveler sailing the page?
The thorns pierce you deep as you churn in your sleep,
The future still open for the power you keep.
But for now enjoy the agony of just trying to survive,
be consumed with the wonder of being alive,
pierce our hearts with your intense and innocent glare,
let us carry you on to the cross you will bare.
We will build you up with the best that we have,
we will give you our dreams and the best of our rags,
you will eat our truths and mimic our faults,
You will sift our souls and take what is yours.
And then just like that your colours will fade,
disappearing in the mist all the wonders you made,
even as you entered your life's ticking down,
it is appointed to all to receive our burial crown.
I pray you will make your mark on the history books
of a rich beautiful life breathing beyond the boundaries
of your mortality and being remembered just a bit longer
until this world is passed too and all is forgotten.
Never lose the wonder,
never lose the tears,
never forget you were carried
until the day you're buried.
You are our hope for something new and something different,
a creative spark to erase our failures and apathy,
Namaste, we bow to you,
Be, my boy, and take what's due to you.
Dec 9, 2009
Dec 9, 2009 at 6:18 AM UTC
Baby just born,
this new world you won,
destiny's is open,
your journeys begun.
You cry for the sorrow you're still going to feel,
for all the confusion and broken souls that kneel.
You cry for the beautiful sunsets you will see,
the pain of love's passion and the horrors that be.
So much anticipation that you don't understand,
so much expectations of what will be wrought by your hands.
Will you be a hero who will rise and break through?
Or just another chancer with nothing to do?
Will you be a saviour defining this age?
Or just another traveler sailing the page?
The thorns pierce you deep as you churn in your sleep,
The future still open for the power you keep.
But for now enjoy the agony of just trying to survive,
be consumed with the wonder of being alive,
pierce our hearts with your intense and innocent glare,
let us carry you on to the cross you will bare.
We will build you up with the best that we have,
we will give you our dreams and the best of our rags,
you will eat our truths and mimic our faults,
You will sift our souls and take what is yours.
And then just like that your colours will fade,
disappearing in the mist all the wonders you made,
even as you entered your life's ticking down,
it is appointed to all to receive our burial crown.
I pray you will make your mark on the history books
of a rich beautiful life breathing beyond the boundaries
of your mortality and being remembered just a bit longer
until this world is passed too and all is forgotten.
Never lose the wonder,
never lose the tears,
never forget you were carried
until the day you're buried.
You are our hope for something new and something different,
a creative spark to erase our failures and apathy,
Namaste, we bow to you,
Be, my boy, and take what's due to you.
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