Mothers and fathers Were you giving life As you give a penny To a homeless tonight?
I know it's now too late But I must get it right, Was one life so necessary For this world at fight?
"You told me to say it aloud Even though I was not seeing bright, But Hey, you inside me, Are you still alive?"
I'm all alone here But outside seem not to be so warm Is that what you say? Is that why I never was born?
"I'm glad I do not fear 'cause You're on the other side But Hey, you inside me, Are you still alive?"
The wind and the ground Isn't that kind I was made for O' poor mother, don't fool yourself 'cause that is why I never was born.
Mothers and fathers Do not give a life As you gave a penny To a homeless that night.
I know it's now too late But you must get it right, One life was not so necessary For this world at fight.
“Once a poem is there, it’s always hard to remember how it got there. The ideas come from everywhere. Actually, once an idea comes, it becomes a poem pretty fast. It just takes a few times.”