The passing of the child like a baton to win the race against who will take her last. Treating her like a cast away to erase your troubled past.
Thank you for all the help to those that came before. Casting me out into the wild only to wash up on the shore. You preserve your future to live another day. I survive my present just so it can be thrown away. The shame you feel about me is the reflection of yourself – a look into your fading glory and your crumbling health.
The passing of the child like a baton to win the race against who will take her last. She’s got a voice that is stoking the fire, snuffing out the winds that you alone have cast.