Where Do Babies Go To?
I saw a child being carried in a little white box out of a little white church.
It was the saddest, most beautiful thing I had ever seen.
Then I saw another child with a black suit; he sat upon those church steps, weeping.
I went up and asked him why he was crying.
To this he replied, “My brother is in that box, they’re taking him away.”
“He’s going to a better world.” I said.
“Where?”
“No one knows. Children go there, but they never seem to come back.”
“Why don’t they come back?”
“We won’t let them come back, we keep them away.”
“Why must we keep them away?”
“You’ll know when you grow up, kiddo”
“But I don’t want to grow up.”
“Take glory in that.”
It was the saddest, most beautiful thing I had ever seen.
Then I saw another child with a black suit; he sat upon those church steps, weeping.
I went up and asked him why he was crying.
To this he replied, “My brother is in that box, they’re taking him away.”
“He’s going to a better world.” I said.
“Where?”
“No one knows. Children go there, but they never seem to come back.”
“Why don’t they come back?”
“We won’t let them come back, we keep them away.”
“Why must we keep them away?”
“You’ll know when you grow up, kiddo”
“But I don’t want to grow up.”
“Take glory in that.”