Millions of children have been coming to Earth. For millions of years, since her birth.
They’ve come in hope of finding parents. Who’d love them, hold them, cherish their essence.
These children are anger, sadness, fear, And all the stories that those steer. The more they wait the more they’re afraid Seems like their parents were… delayed? Millennia, centuries have passed.. But they stay hopeful “it can’t last”
They’ve come in hope of finding parents. Who’d love them, hold them, cherish their essence.
They’ve stayed alive and multiplied. Caused wars, and more, but never died. They won’t stop crying till it’s done. Their reason to exist is One:
They’ve come in hope of finding parents. Who’d love them, hold them, cherish their essence.
Now it seems no child can contain Cries of excruciating pain. The ones of children full of rage For feeling stuck in this life cage.
“WHEN IS EVER THE DAY OUR PARENTS WILL LOVE US, HOLD US, CHERISH OUR ESSENCE?”
After a while, their strength exhausting, A few could hear an Angel, singing:
“Oh my children, it’s alright, They’ve been here all along, hold tight. You’ve both been looking for each other And right on time you’ll find your Other. They only need to know your name That’s why you were in so much pain For that’s the only information To which they’ll give their full attention.”
And as the children heard those words, The parents might have overheard… So they began to look within Realised the pain they were in. And one by one, little by little The children finally formed a spiral
With their beloved and unique parents, Who loved them, held them, and cherished their essence.