And so man knows that one day he shall be reborn
But he can't help but wonder – what will it be like?
What will it be like when I am born?
What will it be like when I am born – I have only to a**ume
For my mind is but the s**m and this earth be the womb
Unlike other seeds that sprout from Mother Earth's face
I alone am aware of my growth
The deeds good and bad are the diet I consume
And I concede to a tasting of both
Waiting to be born – Waiting to be born
What will it be like when my mind is set free
From this cage of flesh and bone?
Will the being that sired me save me a place
Or cast me exposed from his home?
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What will it be like when my mind is set free
From this cage of flesh and bone?
Will the being that sired me save me a place
Or cast me exposed from his home?
Well I am far greater than the s**m that surround me
For my birth will be of my choosing
But envious I be of those lesser than me
For they have no chance of losing
So here I lie through years of pregnancy
A seed that is tattered and torn
For I am but a sad and lonely being
Waiting – waiting to be born
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