When she, slowly, disappears...
I listen, hear! It's our mother,
the one who will always be true to us,
when we ourselves can't be.
(We're hiding in the shadows.)
Crawling, diving in pain.
We don't have to feel this!
Look! Not above, or below
no. Within us, she will always be
See the light of your friends,
the light of yourself
(For she is us.)
Don't try to drown in blood,
we don't really need it.
Crying I turn to her,
(Feel! She's the mother.)
not knowing what I should do
"Mother, forgive me!
For I forgot who I am,
what we are, and especially,
where we came from..."
When she holds me,
(Like a mother her baby.)
I can feel it,
clearly, after many years.
If we are silent, open
She will heal us, mend our
cuts, and souls.