Lulled by gentle, pulsing beat,
Away from gaudy, noisome life,
You float contented, warm, replete,
Unthinking of the constant strife
that will prevail once you are free,
When pain has ripped you out of me.
Cocooned in peaceful, sheltered dome
where innocence is yours to keep,
I long to keep you for my own,
Wrapped up in love and fast asleep,
A prisoner to hearts best lies.
For when you’re born liberty dies.
Alas for mother natures wiles
In this she will not be denied
Into the world with all its trials
You will be born, my perfect child,
So make the most of wombs fair peace,
Once you are free, shackles increase.