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My Birth


When I was born, I emerged to the world Cradle me now so that I might grow This place as small as I Give then, no hate and dry eyes Feel rich with happiness as my life pays off To be a homebody Destined to eventually go out and make an undeniable difference Restless I move at the beat of my own heart Alien to death, with silence at peace Calm to others. May we be stationary. Know not of Hells pain, hurt, and distress. As the first hand coddles my body In life show no emotion Distanced from all deemed below me I rise as they call me loud, I am alive
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