Womb
Samuel S. Prescott
Come, you say, as you stretch out your arm
"we are leaving this place that you hide."
Come, you say, "you are far too conceled, and the world is a beautiful place."
How can this be?
This world that you speak of,
it is yours to toy as you like
I am a foreigner, a traveler, lost
in this beautiful world that breeds pain
Come, you say, "you are much too afraid. Let me shoulder the weight of your Heart"
Yet, I must stay , for the world is too weak
and my heart is much too heavy.