I still remember the first time, And I wish I could prolong the last, Savouring every precious moment, Attempting to satisfy this glutenous thirst, Even though I have forgotten my birth, I wonder if the light of this Earth, Burned my brand new eyes, Those instinctive gulps of cold air, Shocking my lungs, But I reckon it was the knowledge of what was to come, That bought those first tears, We mourn our own entries into this planet, And we fear our departure, Oh what sorrow our hearts know, That is why they constantly bleed, And our souls become derelict and empty, Yet we still convince ourselves, That this life is a blessed gift, Take a moment of silence, To revel in the irony, We throw our hands in the air, In an act of prayer, Please Almighty God, Take the pain of this life, And make it a currency, To pay to make the next one good, Clinging to this idea, We named it hope, We sought comfort in the knowledge of the unknown, And it was here on top of these ever shifting foundations, We built our homes, Raising our own families, Just searching for love, In this abyss of a planet, We raised daughters and gave them names, Such as Faith and Grace, Those qualities of which we had none, We bore sons and trained them, To be brave and strong, So we could put the weight of our world, Upon them, We pointed our fingers and blamed our forefathers, For each and every way, That we went wrong,