Out of the dank air
In a foreign city
Alone, with you
I carefully crafted a new form of me:
The mother I said I could one day be.
In a foreign city
Alone, with you
I carefully crafted a new form of me:
The mother I said I could one day be.
Hours spent in silence
Behind spotless windows that never saw light
I toiled daily over the details of my design,
But I could not unlock the secret to make her smile.
One day, when her birth became futile
I burned her as an effigy
And if I could, I'd bury the father
You'll also never be.
