The child in time

Poem written by The Prodigal Son For more songs like this, listen to the full playlist:    • The Prodigal Son Blues   I am the child you haven't met, A name you haven't chosen yet. I'm waiting somewhere in the years to come, Beyond your hopes, beyond your fears. I wonder what the world will be When you finally come looking for me. Will there be forests where I can run? Will there be rivers beneath the sun? Will I see birds above the trees, Or only pictures of what used to be? Will fish still swim beneath the tide, Or will empty oceans stretch outside? Will I drink water from the stream, Or clean water will be just a dream? Will I breathe deeply without fear, Or ask why the sky has disappeared? I'm a child in time, Waiting for my day. While you count your money, Without asking what are you losing? When the last tree has fallen, When the last fish is gone, When the last clear river Can no longer carry on— Will you finally understand What I needed from you? Not all of your money… Just a world I could live in too. You built your wealth while I was waiting, Never knowing who you were creating. You bought more things, you took more land, But will you ever hold my hand? Was another dollar worth the price? Was another house worth paradise? Was all that gold worth burning through The only world I'll ever know from you? You call it yours, The soil and sea, But one day soon It will belong to me. And when I arrive, What will I find? A world you saved— Or one you left behind? I'm a child in time, Waiting for my day. While you count your money, Without asking what are you losing? When the last tree has fallen, When the last fish is gone, When the last clear river Can no longer carry on— Will you finally understand What I needed from you? Not all of your money… Just a world I could live in too. I don't need your gold. I don't need your fame. I don't need a fortune With a dying world attached to its name. I need a forest. I need the rain. I need an ocean Alive again. I need a sky Where stars still shine. I need a future That can still be mine. So tell me, before I come— What will you leave behind? When you look out the window, Will you see what you're leaving to me? Or the forests you haven't destroyed yet, Or the one more opportunity to take a profit. When I finally stand before you, And ask you what you saved for me, Will you hand me your fortune… Or a planet worth being raised? I'm a child in time, And I'm calling through the years. I cannot see you yet, But I can feel your choices here. I am the child not born yet, The future you haven't met. And someday, when I open my eyes, I will inherit your paradise… So before you count your money, Before you take the last piece of the Earth, Look beyond your lifetime— And ask what my future is worth. I'm only a child in time… But I am the future you leave behind. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- AI Blues is a unique fusion of artificial intelligence and classic blues expression, rooted in the emotional depth of poetry. It combines melancholic melodies, improvised instrumental sections, and lyrics filled with longing, life struggles, and hope. Thanks to AI technology, the music takes on a new form—dynamic arrangements that adapt to the tone of the poetry, creating an authentic sonic experience. AI analyzes the rhythm and emotion of the verses, composing pieces that reflect the classic blues tradition while embracing modern innovation. In this way, AI Blues becomes a bridge between the past and the future, merging human emotion with the power of algorithms. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- #Blues #poem #BluesMusic #poetry #poetrywithmusic #spokenwordpoetry #music #AIBlues #AImusic