Settling For What Is DeservedWho will be the first to experience life,
When everyone is hidden in darkness?
Struggling to perceive what we pass by.
Small moments taken for granted.
Who will feel the gentile mothers touch,
And recognize the concentrated blood pulsing through each vein.
Smell her sweet skin overlapping the flesh?
When the cool rain pats the earth,
Will you hear it;
Brush you finger tips on the damp rich soil.
Who will be the first to taste the unexpected?
Take the chance.
Slowly peel the rough skin you hide yourself with,
Shed few tears.