A woman cries out
As the child she is giving birth to
Tears its head from between the darkness
Of her legs
The cries of the woman soften
As the child pulls itself deeper into life
The line is cut -
The beginning of the end
Is over
It is a man-child
The word is spoken
After the blood is washed away
Now he must walk into life
The afterbirth has given up
All claim on him
Walking, walking, walking
No childhood is evil
What's beyond the darkness of tomorrow
Death man sing a song for the living
The children of yesterday are growing old in the ways of man
You and I, friend
You and I,
Let us dig up the dead
And force their eyes open
And if the dead's eyes
Have been eaten by worms
We will replace them
With the eyes of the freshly dead
So they will see
How we have survived the light