Took a trip to the start of it all
Little baby floating in the womb
And the world outside was spinning as it should
With a burst of noisy regret
Holy rush of blood to failing limbs
And the first sight of it all was bathed in light
We are born good
We are born pure
We are plasticine
That loses sheen
The more we build ourselves inside the wall
But what if love burst through it all?
