Published October 27, 2005
So, here we are, At last we came
Our parents smile and give us a name
They let us live in a world of creation
They now know we are part of this nation
They cannot be us and see what we see
They must leave us and let us be
When we begin to hurt they can wish for no pain
No matter our loss creation is our gain
Let us be tortured in a world full with shame
If it werent for creation, we wouldnt have a name
We'll say our farewell, oh yes it shall come
The feeling is mutual, We just become numb
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That's what I thought.
Is it just me, or is there some irony that the person who wrote about creation isn't using the profile they created?
Is that just one long verse?