The Maker

Foundations of time from the first Earth age

You breathed life into each and every soul

Before the child conceived, the plan was secure

A life no law of man can claim or hold

We expose our pride in what we perceive as wise

And take the new life into our own hands

Without regard for the blessed new heartbeat

The machine we created cuts the silver strand

We won't be distracted by the same life we hold to

With our goals and desires we strive to achieve

In our self-proclaimed right for power over life

We now find more value in the trees

In the end our human will won't be done

Though thru time we deceive ourselves to believe

And the blood that we spilled, the dreams that we killed

In those fractured wombs we'll one day grieve