to your door and let you
play near your mother
on the kitchen floor
Are you the high lama
because they told you so
Who would you be now
if they didn't make you go
What if they found another
Said you were not the one
Would you be your father
Would you labor in the sun
Would you ponder compassion
or think of something else
Would you wear a robe
or a suit a tie a belt
Would you fall in love
Have a wife and children too
Do you feel lonely
as the world looks up to you
Your message is all good
so perhaps it doesn't matter
that a group of men took a child
or that a heart was shattered
Last month I saw your holiness
with fourteen thousand fans
You looked so real so mortal
beneath the microscope lens
As you spoke of love
I tried not to think of trauma
or think about your sucessor
calling for their mamma