The heart splattered -- split in two is better It's no longer of menstrual moods It's no longer of cyclical downfall It becomes a fate, an already finished piece The said hidden new beginning The said some who can't make it to the sequel
The back aches where wings used to be It's another world issues Political pain and illnesses One doesn't remember any The first cry carefully saved Woman, behold, your son!
Look, here is your mother Softened hands and tell you'll never let go Look, here is your mother The eyes you blend with ours The body I dried to keep yours moisty enough --- Just how much love can your heart take?