The other day I stood On the outside of the crowd As I often find myself In rooms that get too loud. Everyone pushed and shoved To get a closer view Of the newborn baby boy Who had now reached week two. I wondered what it was About a baby that brought charm. Why everyone fought for a chance To have him in their arms. Remember when we were born No one told us what to be Not a word about what to say We were completely free. Untainted and uninfluenced-- Not robots of this world Pure and fresh and vulnerable Just us baby boys and girls. Naked, raw, we were only skin And one heart beating strong. In our first few minutes we became Who we should be all along. Unharmed and still untouched, We lived with only love in us to give. No one had told us no So we had all will to live. Remember when we were babes? All soft and sweet and magical. It makes me wonder what happened. Because, God, we were so beautiful.