Analysis of I Hear Your Cry.

As our metal planet fired towards the sun,
a baby cried at odds with the world.
Hidden by glistening blinds but for a swaddling cloth; a star in a dark place,
Flopping by an old soul walked past
her flippers falling off cutting her toes and she remembered like a moon filled bulb shining in her phone, how happily the birds flew across the sun, like creation of the earth meant something again.