there I was, the last survivor clinging to you could my youth be forever lost?
that bitter, bitter grief
I wonder if it’s bitter or a sign of relief

I will fall when the breeze rhythms start to play I’m sorry mother, I have to go
I will dance and swirl before my death Reaching the ground to sleep under your shade
as I crumple under people’s feet till I scream
I enfeeble myself till I dream

one day I’ll grow through your roots
to reach the strength and pride
as the blossoms of the spring thrive
and the threatening skies won’t bother

I will be reborn again,
mother


© Razane