Screaming For The World
Making The Sounds Of Feelings
Legs Kick For The Floor
Hands Reach For The Ceiling
The Baby Is Crying
Now The Baby Is Crawling
The Baby Stood Up
Now The Baby Is Walking
Look The Baby Grew Up
And The Grown Still Cry
Screaming For The World
With Feelings In Their Eye
We Start Life On Our Back
We End Life Just The Same
From The Womb To The Tomb
Such A Beautiful Game
Love Is Baby Food
For Cub Or Lion
When You Feel A Need Deep Inside
It's Just The Baby Crying!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem