I will talk to rivers
And walk into the sea
To ask the waves for answers,
Do we really need to breathe?
I will sing to landscapes
And whisper to the trees.
Play truth or dare with mountains
Then scream into the streams.
I'll cut my teeth on valleys,
Drawing blood in dreams.
Wake to find my veins are hollow
There was nothing left to bleed.
Now I find myself in exile,
Cast out from lands once known.
A martyr for a war not mine
But a heart that's cast in stone.