You’ll feel it in your soul God blesses
In the earth your skin caresses
In the perfect lines life messes
And those eyes where truth confesses
You’ll hold it in your hands, undress it
Use that pretty head to send the message
You’ll be what saves the wretched
You’ll still what rumbles hectic
Give back what’s been collected
Love what begs to be detested
Free the strains as they try remain arrested
They’ll feel how boredom, with you, is zested
All from the breast where you are nested
They’ll sing and dance in your honour, your name
You’ll eradicate the human trap of shame
When good is done, you’ll get the blame
I’ll stand proud, the mother from which you came
You’ll make exciting from the most lame
Turn labour into game
Squeeze dirt’s abscesses and let them drain
Dissolve like sugar under rain
Above every fireplace you’ll be framed
Loosen white knuckles as they strain
Make Mount Kailash from rice grain
Heal, like He, humanity’s pain
All from the breast where you lay
I find religion in your clutch
Ancient wisdom from tiny touch
History of the world in one pupil spin
From the second you conceived within
I am blessed by every deity
On the sofa, with you asleep, lay on me
Clasp palms to your arms at rib’s
In answer to your question-
What’s the meaning of life?
-It is this.
by Lyric Deep.
Lyric Deep™ 