I am a fatherless son, fathered by a fatherless child
I am my mother’s son
I am lost to the whirlwind of the open
Distanced from the kraal of my origin
in my father’s loins I long to be
In the eagle’s nest I long to be
in the high places of the highest mountains
and in the brilliant light of the moon
I will hatch to awaiting heartfelt eyes of my father the eagle
at my mother’s commander under my fathers authority
on my maiden flight, I will soar above the storms
spreading my wings above my fathers shadow
I will soar in the clear view of his diligent eye
A penguin chick I wish to be
feeding beneath the warm bosom of my father
I will awake to the sound of his heartbeat
sleep to the soothing drumming sound of his heart
In covers of his wings, I am safe from the burning bite of cold
in his open chest, his heart secures me a place
and under the regency of his band
I will match to depth of the seas to hid to lessons of the deep
I will surface in his and my mother’s command
I will match to my fatherhood
and father the fruit of my loins to fatherhood