I thank God for having sent me here, br What did I bring? Bare body and no wear, br No sense, nothing to see, only to hear, br Opening eyes slowly and gently with fear, br br Rotated in womb like spindle br Breathed inside wall but still able, br Counting days to herald in life, br Still inborn and time not rife, br br As moments approach with pain, br Blood rush up and run in vain, br Belly shrink and push lower and lower br Life to beat to the knowledge of fewer, br br Surrounding gear up and come to live, br Clock may sign as the time of five, br Womb thread severance still a bond, br Contentment of mother with new love fond, br Adding of small fish in fresh pond, br br So much sparkle of joy all over, br Happiness spread worry disappear, br Think of future and for birthday year, br Wanting all kids to shout and fill the ear, br br Just half open and half close flower, br What may be future with just no answer? br Will I be bright star or lost in black night? br Future may only tell what should be right.