Heirloom to an old sun
Now, you are in the light
Trees owned for so long
In this tide that explodes on your retina
Can you still look upwards?
Into this vacant sky
To inhabit the winds, on your own
Now, you are in the light
Trees owned for so long
In this tide that explodes on your retina
Can you still look upwards?
Into this vacant sky
To inhabit the winds, on your own