None of us would be here without you
I was carried out of my mother's womb
alive and breathing fine, I cried in praise of you,
watched over me as I start to grow, as I start to change,
from the cut of a blade, to a fall from the stairs,
from crying and wailing, to bottling up my fears,
from innocent and naive to knowing the sins of my mother and my father,
from knowing nothing at all, to knowing the good and the bad of the world.

From knowing to questioning,
I start to question my existence,lord, why am I here?
as I start to read,
as I start to learn, ,
from science to...