What Child Is This

Tell me something You don’t know And I’ll tell you something You never will. Not in this moment And you will know love As words on a page And you will know life As the lines on your mother’s forehead And you will become What was shrouded in mist The silver white remembrance of a dream And the scar worn on your shoulder blade Will be from your words turning against you Ruination in blind trust But you will grow And you will learn You will look back at the mountains beneath you And you won’t regret climbing higher Cause its where I became you And you became me. And we became one. And the questions you will ask Still won’t be answered What child is this? What child are we? What child am I? Simply me.