Come outside, my baby.
Come out, little one.
This one I’ll call, ‘Daughter.’
This one I’ll call, ‘Son.’
The joy and the giggles,
the sadness and silence.
Too soon come the questions
unanswered by science.
Grow, beautiful flower!
Probe deeper, young root!
High knowledge dwells not
in the low hanging fruit.
Farewell, precious princess.
Goodbye, noble prince.
You’ll find me still sitting here.
Been ever since
you sailed ‘cross the waters,
flew ’way in the sky.
And now comes the sunset
for Mother and I.
Sun Children, they’ll hate you,
and you won’t know why.
Your light is too much for them.
Try not to die.
Beyond Panic 