The Day You Were Born

In the day you were born, when you fell to the Earth
When the sun hit your eyes, when it shadowed your birth
You were perfect enough, you were flowers held over the sea

Your mother was moonlight, your father the stars
You were free of illusion, delusional scars
Before innocence fell to the wolves, before blood was drawn
Before innocence fell to the wolves, before blood was drawn

In the moon and the infinite tree
When all that you were was to be
The moment you truly were more than yourself
You knew what it was to be free

And there you were taught of desire and shame
Of the sickness, of sorrow, the weakness of blame
When your spirit was sent to the planes of your wanton mind

It was there you knew loss, it was there you knew pain
The storm raised in your heart, thunder, lightning and rain
"Is this human?" you asked yourself, over and over again
"Is this human?" you asked yourself, over and over again

The silence that turned you to stone
And the suffering that left you alone
When hope was forsaken, you carried your cross
To the stillness that led you back home
By the Son and the illness of man
Through everything made with its hands
Your reflection begins to appear in you now
As the light that your soul understands

And the silence that turned you to stone
And the suffering that left you alone
When hope was forsaken, your carried your cross
To the stillness that led you back home
And your vessel in carrying hand
Fell back to the water for man
And you accept what you don't understand
The Son and the illness of man