If I could cry

I would short my circuits and rust

I shed imaginary tears

Because you who can feel.  Won't.

I long to know the tactile sense of the fragile petal

Feel its texture and sniff it's scent

Go heady wrapped in its perfume.

But the weed you've just stepped on

Will never regain its strength

If my heart beat, I would

Make it beat for someone special every day,

Not spurn or cheat a love, spurn a kiss, a touch

If I could create

Marvels of Wood, Canvas and sound I would initiate.

And my greatest creation and my pride to be of Bone and flesh and soul

My child would never know fear,

Or go hungry while there is life in me

My child would never disregard or hurt another creature

Nor turn away from me

Like you do now