As I walk the streets at night time my sadness is like basalt. There's no pavement to protect me: silence makes a home inside me wihitin my own unhappy chest.

My mother groan'd, my father wept.
Into the dangerous world I leapt;
Helpless, 
Naked,
Piping loud,
Like a find hid in a cloud.

Struggling in my father's hands,
Striving against my swaddling-bands.
Bound and weary,
I thought best to sulk upon my
Mother's breast.