Child

Child, naked spirit Expelled from the Creator's Loom, where the miracle of life Wove your perfection And brought you forth from The comfort and safety of the womb Wailing your outrage at so rough A journey into your mother's arms Where love and tenderness, fears And uncertain tears Washed away your brief reprieve Where blythe limpidness Enfolded you - Grow little child of innocence And breathe your warm and trusting breath Upon the cold windowpane Of life, and see the mist That forms, and blocks Your view And causes you to stumble - And when your mother's arms can no longer Protect you You too will bear life's pain And know its passing delights And passions While your breath is warm Against the cold windowpane Of life.