Battlecries, lullabies

 I close my hand 

Info a fist

Now I am a man 

The thorns within

Make it bleed 

Now I am a woman 

I drop my blood 

And roses bloom

Now I am the son of God. 

Lord, I am the son of man 

The son of burning battlefield 

I am the son of severed heads 

That on the tips of cruel spears 

Called out the name of God. 

But I am my mothers son

Louder than the battle cries 

Were my mothers lullabies 

In my curling hair are rosaries 

That hold all the holy books 

I hear lionesses roar 

In cages dark and cold,

I am the son of hidden pearls,

The rising winter moon. 

Between the battlefield and burning camps I stand  

Calling for my father in the skies

Searching for my mothers hand.