Children

Like a roar that breaks your door
Birth is trauma for the soul
Mother giving her child to hell
Cast out to be made well.

But children still remember home
All the joy and love they own
They will play and love each day
They will push your clouds away.

They won’t judge or steal your pie
They have only room for joy
They will take your hand and say
"I just love you so today."

This kind of love is pure and free
Does not measure any fee
It is the way that life will be
When we return to be set free.

The tiny horns begin to grow
The child forgetting the home once known
The mind takes in the current show
Responds in kind, more things to own.

Bigger horns to push and pull
Everything is going to hell!
Going out when I should stay in
Mother always waits within.