As we are born into this life,
Moments of humble beginnings,
We begin to grow and understand.
Illusions separated from reality,
Life compared to death,
Love conquering darkness.
In the earliest moments,
Love is simple,
The touch of a mothers hand,
The cuddling up against her.
A cocoon of endless peace.
Then the tremors of the world
Begin to surround us,
The heart begins to harden.
Some die that way,
Never having felt the life.
Others stumble upon life's beauties,
Sometime early, sometimes late.
Others never do.
Moments of humble beginnings,
We begin to grow and understand.
Illusions separated from reality,
Life compared to death,
Love conquering darkness.
In the earliest moments,
Love is simple,
The touch of a mothers hand,
The cuddling up against her.
A cocoon of endless peace.
Then the tremors of the world
Begin to surround us,
The heart begins to harden.
Some die that way,
Never having felt the life.
Others stumble upon life's beauties,
Sometime early, sometimes late.
Others never do.