The being was
Scared to be born
It turned and turned
Around and around
In it's enclosure where
It was warm and there was no
Sound
I called out to it
I called out to it
I called all of it's names
But still it never came
I called out to it
I called out to it
I called all of its names
But still it never came
The being was afraid of the light
It curled up curled up curled up tight
In a small small ball
Hoping it would
Disappear
But it did not
It still was there
It hid it's little face
From the world
It felt disgraceful
In it's being formed
Out of skin and bone
I called out to it
I called out to it
I called all of it's names
But still it never came
I called out to it
I called out to it
I called all of its names
But still it never came
The being
Went inside it's little mind
Searching for
The voices it had left behind
In another place
In another place
I called out to it
I called out to it
I called all of it's names
But still it never came
I called out to it
I called out to it
I called all of its names
But still it never came