A deserts bloom, a city’s fawn, through turbulence, my center’s calm.
The Earth herself is upon my palms, we merge as one to a divided dawn.
Hot yet cold, subtle and bold, no secret is kept, my world is exposed.
I whisper screams to ears unknown, I gain a friend but I drift alone.
I sit alone, I satand alone, within my den, I cherish home.
Within my skin there’s more than bones, a spirit divine, a mothers own.
Oceans form from her tears as she mourns, wretched minds of men, from her we are torn.
She holds me dear within her arms, then I’m reborn in a world where the scorned takes form