When a bird is born,

Suppose a chicken;

What does its mother name it?

Considering it might not even survive

The first hawk-attack

Considering it might not even survive

The fangs of a snake or a rat



We are all the same,

Sin or sinless

Hard or singlet soft,

We are all the same,

Struggling to survive

And be known

But behold!
Only to realize it's a nameless future



The bird has no birth certificate

Nor will it get a death certificate

What we have is paper

Legacy is all that matters