Jun 2018
I'm ready to let Mother
Turn my toes to roots
And mend me back into the soil
My arms reaching for the warmth
And healing from the sun
To help me grow
I'll wait for the rain
To pour down on me
And wash all I do not need away
Turn my toes to roots
And mend me back into the soil
My arms reaching for the warmth
And healing from the sun
To help me grow
I'll wait for the rain
To pour down on me
And wash all I do not need away
But what the water misses- can be drown out in flames.
