Who am I?

I'm the scream that shakes the air when a newborn's slapped to breathe

A summer rain that soaks the skin a burn it dares to sheathe

I'm the pain you see but can't explain in someone who's lost their flame

The gaze of a mother pure and warm as she breastfeeds her newly born

I'm the wrinkles deep on the granny's face who knits by a cobbled street

While time moves slow and silence grows as her memories repeat

Who am I? What am I? Who am I? What am I?

I'm the thrill on a child's bright face who hears the ice cream bell

Flying out the door with joy licking the taste he loves so well

I'm the callus that cuts your palm when you shake the worker's hand

And the burn in his voice that says: "My pain is hard to understand"

I'm the sway of golden wheat when the hilltop breeze takes flight

A color-shift that spins the earth and dazzles you with light

I'm the tragic farce of humankind who twirls a selfie stick

While Earth speeds 'round the Sun so fast it's cosmic mad and slick

Who am I? What am I? Who am I? What am I?

I'm the shepherd's scent of lanolin his bread still warm with fire

Saying "eat well my dear" while kettle moans and sparks never tire

I'm the crushed soul of a fan whose team lost at the final shot

I'm the pride in the parent's eyes—"That's my kid"—whether they say it or not

I'm the silver in the worker's hair who sinks into debt each day

While economists debate and spin and real lives waste away

I'm the gaze of a peasant child staring at a plane in flight

Dreaming he'll be the pilot one day soaring out of sight

I'm the fate of a helpless fly trapped in a perfect thread

Tangled in the spider's lace where every struggle's led

Who am I? What am I? Who are you? What are you?

You! Me! Me! You! I'm everything I'm nothing too

You're everything And nothing too

I'm the scream the sorrow the smile that stays

The time that drips through quiet days

I'm the burden that breaks or the joy that sings

The scent of sweat the pride life brings

I'm the baby the crone the fly the mother

The spider the fan the child the brother