From the comfort of the womb to a freezing cold room,
Skin like velvet,
A smell no one can capture and hold.
A long and unsafe journey beggining to unfold...
Our creators get on the train, it won't wait,
There is no choice, no other path to take, but the path of life.

There are choices this little one will learn from, the responsibility of the creators, the tables start to turn.
But what if these creators of mine, don't care to teach me at the right time?
What if they think of themselves and not me?
This precious little one will become a statistic like the other billion and three.
It's not the world thats harsh, it's the people in it. They don't understand or see the path of distruction they are making for me.
How can this be?

"Truth"