I was born
In the month of spring

I've always admired the finer things in life
The touch of silk on my body
And the feeling of soft flower petals
The quiet moments in the midst of a storm
The smell of rain

I was born
In the month of spring

There is a steady beating in my chest
My heart has a unique rhythm
And my soul sings
But my mouth is sewn shut
My voice was taken from me
It took me a long time to get it back
When a man says that he loves you
He can take your voice

I was born
In the month of spring

As a child I mocked the flowers in my grandmother's house
They were stuck in pots
While I was free
But freedom comes at a cost
The flowers had stability
While I was taken from home to home
When I was a child I learned to respect the flowers in my grandmother's house

I was born
In the month of spring

Yet

I was buried
In the winter