They come into this world
Like a baby bird
Helpless as all hell
They never fully break the shell.

Children of the 8th moon
Their eyes stare into space.
Children of the big boom
Why do they come to this place?

Is it so we’d know a love that’s different
Than any felt before?
A love we knew would change us
The day that they were born?

When I look into their faces
There’s usually nothing to see
An emptiness, a blankness,
So far away from me.

But there’s those rare times in the middle of the night,
When the air is still and the moon is high and bright,
Something happens very odd.
When I gaze into those beautiful faces,
I see the face of God.