i count the days to find
What was left behind
only these names i clutch
Will lead me to my home
somehow these river marks
wrinkled hand in mine
and every day that parts
the water rinses you
mothers embarrassed of
to drown the living proof
I cant remember, these lakes of blood
wrapped in a blanket
the sweat to cut
What was left behind
only these names i clutch
Will lead me to my home
somehow these river marks
wrinkled hand in mine
and every day that parts
the water rinses you
mothers embarrassed of
to drown the living proof
I cant remember, these lakes of blood
wrapped in a blanket
the sweat to cut