The day you were born

The world...oh the world.

Do you know something?

I'm hurting inside, really deep

Now that I probably can't sleep, 

I have to tell you something, oh beautiful world.

Do you remember the day you were born?

The day that your parents and loved ones celebrate 

Because it was the day YOU came.

YOU mean something.

But do YOU remember it?

Of course not, silly question.

You were too young then.

But hear this...it was a beautiful day.

You were made and boom, out you came and put into your mother's arms.

Holding, caressing you.

And your father, gazing in awe at the beauty of such a little version of you.

You were beautiful to them.

But they knew. They knew.

You would grow up, you would find "who you were."

You would do things.

You wouldn't do things.

You would curse, swear, rape, murder, lie, cheat, steal, ignore, forget...

You would do it all.

But your mom still loved you.

Your father still loved you.

They created you.

......they remember the day you were born.