Back on the floor, eyes to the ceiling
I was born to world with a knowing feeling
They say the clocks hands stuck for a while
And the birds flew South, single file
The wind blew outside Chinese whispers
And long ago voices sang how they missed us
The date was December 25th
Born on the day of myth
As many celebrated his birth
I came upon his Earth
No shepherds came to greet me
But there was commotion in the sea
The waves did grow in the dusk storm
The thunder clapped to its first born
The natural disasters that occurred
From every corer of the world was heard
He's come, he's arrived, and he's here
The blackness gave a shrill like cheer
Bottomless fathoms of sunken stomachs
The wise and brave were completely flummoxed
Of how myth and legend were now a reality
Warnings from the mentally ill were put down to insanity
Locked up crazy men, given a man made psychosis
Yet, right under their noses they missed
Me.
