I was born from the roots of a worn out tree
She knew not what she was so blind as not to see
Bole grew bare all but stripped of dignity
She never stopped paying for what should have been free
Love
You were unknown and exiled
And now you sleep peacefully, unreconciled
And I don't shed tears
If I did they'd cascade down on her
And bring back a life that was cut away
Hacked down till there was no more than a stump to sit on
Rest your drunken bones old man
Here, where the woman who bore hardship still stands
I think of it now and I feel fire
Sadness quenches it to shame but I'm still on a pyre
Endlessly
Shame again for feeling shame and pain and nothing
For you
Son of soil,
Who sowed many seeds
We will never forget your misdeeds
You watched your children bloom and wither
And what the **** did you ever give her?
A place to rest her weary head, a ******* man to baptize her bed
A life is nothing but a small wonder
Now it's all burried six feet under