I once asked a guy
"What are we?"

Was lost in the mist
Like lonely sheep in the field
Trying to get a direction
Like a pig swallowing in the mud

I could hear the wind direction
Buckling back and forth
My question whispering again
"What are we"
"What are we"

I heard a voice mumbling
Far from where i was
"We are"
"We are"
"We are children of God"

-Lakhana