Nour

Mothers giving birth
In a silo, with the air
Getting thinner by the hour
You must carry what you learn
Space between us widens
With every single breath
We are rooted like pine trees
Bleeding for the light
Mothers giving birth
In a silo, with the air
Getting thinner by the hour
You must carry what you learn
Space between us widens
With every single breath
We are rooted like pine trees
Bleeding for the light

You speak a language that I can't understand
The lеsser light is slipping out of my hands
Sophia's children always sing in revеrse
A dim reflection of our bones in the earth

A dim reflection of our bones in the earth
A dim reflection of our bones in the earth
A dim reflection of our bones in the earth
A dim reflection of our bones in the earth