Awakening to a senseless breath,
a breeze takes over; a simple stroke
as yesterday's misfortunes fall back into focus

One fork in the road,
a choice, I suppose
And she reminds me without fail
to treat others with ease

Yet it seems quite unfair to me
Sunlight seeps into the sheets
Despite what's been done to me
She's always right there for me

A reminder of solitude
and grandeur and grace
A stable foundation for a lowly race
to keep me on my feet
to master the art of restart

I trip on her roots just to feel
a sense of belonging, she sings to me
Appreciate the chills, the message, the thrills...
Bringing me back to myself.

My mother, my ground, my home.