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A Star Child |
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A Star Child |
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The Star Child They never told me he was a star child that morning when I sang my newborn songs I didn't know that he was different when I bought him home 5 million years ago I raised him 2 long years before I realised saw in his eyes, that he was different I always wondered how I would treat a starchild whether I would have the strength to raise a child like this The star child dances through his rainbow hours to a melody we have yet to understand
His eyes so grey, and so unyeilding reflect the joy and innocence he hides within At times I envy my little starchild and want to share the magic that he owns
but then I weep, want to shelter him from the future protect him from the storms, that will surely come his way For now, the starchild lives safe within our fortress no hand can harm him, while we live and breathe but years from now, when blossoms fall on our headstones our gentle starchild will have to find his way alone
They never told me I would bear a starchild he came so softly, no one heard his steps and in the softlight as I watch him sleeping I pray for all the mothers so keenly blessed
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