Dropped at the door of life
Wrapped up nice and warm in a basket.
No note for the keeper to find
Tossed about in a world of fear and confusion
Tossed out in the cold to deepen the delusion
Wrapped up nice and warm in self-loathing
Covered from head to toe with lies as clothing
Showing the world a scared, lost soul
Suffering in the world, hiding a vast hole
Darkness, despair and delusion as friends
Scared of the truth and where it begins
Showing but glimpses of a spirit-filled youth
Fading with time from the glow of the moon
Falling and fading, fearing for the end
Or worse yet living, being trapped in skin
Skin that crawls at the slightest touch
Skin that shrinks if they know too much
Skin that screams, "I'm ugly don't love me"
Skin that traps one in suffering steadily
Skin on skin is where it begins.
Damaged as potential in the eye of love
Wrapped up nice and warm in hope
A note for the keeper to find this time
"Tossed about in a world of fear and confusion,
Tossed into your arms to undo the delusion,
Wrapped up nice and warm with self yearning,
Covered from head to toe with desires burning."
Show them your world of brokenness redeemed
Living in the world, far from the dream
Light, hope and truth are your friends
Being open to love is where it begins
Seeing but glimpses of a spirit-filled life
Fulfilling with time like a sacred sunrise
Climbing and seeking, hoping for life to truly begin
Or better yet living, being okay in this skin
Skin that is warmed with a loving touch
Skin that is open to the world seeing too much
Skin that softly whispers "I'm beautiful, love me"
Skin that only covers the soul that will live eternally
Skin on skin touches the soul
From there, where we go, only God really knows.