I need to be more of the fire,
than the ember in the water.
No storm will trouble her mask,
For she is the sea that drowns me.
I can hear something screaming inside of me,
Yet the key I possess, is the wrong one.
How can I grow new fruit, and bring life,
If my roots are not in the right land.
Jan 9, 2015
Jan 9, 2015 at 1:19 AM UTC
I need to be more of the fire,
than the ember in the water.
No storm will trouble her mask,
For she is the sea that drowns me.
I can hear something screaming inside of me,
Yet the key I possess, is the wrong one.
How can I grow new fruit, and bring life,
If my roots are not in the right land.
