Some say the day the child came was a miracle of God’s grace
The wishing wantings of parental dauntings, the dream does come true
Upon which shore is this noble cause held in ultimate value
Maybe it is time that erodes those thoughts in shallow
In a world of utter do’s and don’t’s the miracle is forgotten
The what is what not’s bring another thought not
The value of a human life becomes bought
The shimmering silk of youthful innocence held in value like furs of mink
Why wonders become a liquid down a sink
Does it really matter what anyone does think
Cartoon careers of seeking salutations teach one the value of something mistaken
A breath of air lying before one’s lips the inhaler regrets in walking steps
Does the caretaker dream of birthing again the cream of grace
Grace makes hast of the dreamer’s chase
A walking talking miracle wanting
Wanting what why’s for the bought wise
The value of a human life becomes lies
Tip toes shutter across floors of butter singing songs of downed utters
Wringing hands of stained glass and aluminium silver hanging pictures of hi ho bewilder
No more a child than a drawer filled with silverware doning pieces of food not cared for
Again the grace appears, God sits in the back, behind the organization rack
Put the knives first, forks second, spoons third, this way is heard
The value of a human life becomes purged
Aristocratic automatic static plays through the airways
The crowds stagger in falling chatter racing and chasing the stairway
A way of means and row show the know of the trumpet’s glow
A tune reprinted bought in mass taught in a master class
A gas does fill the air no shutter can bear
Tranquility tranquilizers filtered through olfactory analyzers
People bump and push through to the state of cush
The value of a human life becomes mushed
The state of me know she know he know the child is lost
The cost of grace is waste of a taste of miracles delivered
Somehow the value of silver trumps that from the giver
The giver none other than a forgotten stain washed away in a disgruntled rain
A sandwich ingredient lost from a market of disobedience
The value of a human life becomes inconvenient
Taking orders for another shower in careless devour
Somehow baking cookies and brownies becomes a life shouting selfish houndings
The hounds do howl from depths of bowel
Oh how a vowel can turn so foul
A twist of lime please the human sublimed tea discussing nick knacks of those in dirt shacks
The value of a human life becomes chit chat over cafe snacks
The miracle of a human life
The gift of a human life
The cost of a human life
The profit of a human life
The use of a human life
The dream of a human life, when did that happen
Dreams do come true, like a fairy tale of old, it’s author forgotten
