I walk around town
flicking cigerrte butts
hands in my pockets
and no where to really go.
my mom told me
that when I came out her womb
I didn't even cry
she said I just looked at her
like I was lost.
The indians call this a Lost Soul that died
and rebirthed not knowing they died.
I remember my mom said that I didnt start crying till
I layed down on her chest.
She knew it wasnt cause I was sad
but tears of happiness that I finally found a Home.
She said I was a good baby but the docter said that I'd struggle all my life.
She asked why... well Nancy your son has bad legs he'll need to be in leg braces for most of his toddler life.
My mom knew that I used my legs to much in my past life and I was paying for it now.
She told the docter dont worry all my baby needs is a place to rest his head.
Let his legs rest and he'll be walking again.
Now im walking flicking these ciggerte butts
thinking back to what my mother said
but it looks as if I'll find my way back to that silent birth
and recycle this whole life
for what its worth.