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.
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