I haven’t been honest
Since the womb.
Lying about
Why I’m crying.
Not crying about being torn
From my home,
I cried for the world I was born into.
I heard her heartbeat,
Beating in time with her malcontent,
She didn’t even have to say it
I felt it in the blood she gave me.
The world is unsafe
And we’re made for the next one,
Just help some people get there
That’s what she told me.
– Vagabond Prophet
Vagabond Prophet 