Child

Babies are born into this world, naive before pain, born into false love, unearthly senses that let them see things others cannot. Children are the world. We are the change.

Child of Commercial

Child of Media

Child of War

Child of Love

Child of Pain

Child of More

Child of Mine

Child of Sun, Moon and Stars

Child of Tonight

Child of this Earth

What will happen when you love, hurt, hunger, desire, cry and there is no Child other than you, nearby?

What will happen then?

Will you rise or fall?

Take command, or follow?

Child of this Universe,

The Gold in your heart shines so brightly, you rival the son.

Child of this Universe, obsidian eyes filled with galaxies, unsure or what to become.

I wonder if you'll ever be like me, lost in space and Time.

I hope not.

Child of this Universe, become who you are, kill the sky and bathe in pine.

Child of this Universe, you are divine.

Let the moonbeams inside of you, let them shine.