Like a baby I’ll hold you in my arms,
And I’ll face you to the world,
And when you look up,
Peaking out, as the morning ray hits your face,
And your tiny hair gleam,
I’ll rub your head with such tenderness,
I know not to exist within me.
“Can you see- See that outside?”
I’ll ask you in a hushed voice,
Not to frighten you with my shrill voice.
And I’ll tell you,
“That’s the world you’ll live in.”
And it’s dark,
It’s drunken, but when you look at it,
You’ll see that it’s divine.
That’s the world you’ll live in.
It’ll tear you down and
When you think all your strands have been
Ripped from the roots,
You’ll see how it picks out the roots as well.
It’ll be an absolute gleam in the eye,
You’ll dance around for
It’ll let you grow your strands again
And it’ll rejoice.
I am but a cradle for you.
I shall support and hold you tight,
Lest you fall down.
And when you grow old,
And hop out of my wooden arms,
I shall step back and close the door gently.
Hoping to one day,
Watch you become your own cradle.
Hoping to one day,
Watch you become me.