Perhaps life really has fermented you
It has pulled at your hair, at your limbs, demanding your awareness to be refined
You have been put to the test, and have been thoroughly exhausted
The chalice ever being full again is a comical thought
You may have resorted to being less in order to uphold the responsibility of many
Recognition not in sight, you let that follow you
The shadow in the mirror that says “No one cares"
What you really need is to come back to Mother's Roots
To remember your soul has taken many blows in lifetime’s past
The winds of time and space move you, allow yourself to twirl
To be consumed in Sacred Flame
To let the river run through your body
To lay on the soil and breath
You are always protected if you beleive in Earth, and see yourself as a minature
That means your strength is of her likeness
Let yourself roar, and tune yourself back.
Perhaps life really has fermented you
It has pulled at your hair, at your limbs, demanding your awareness to be refined
You have been put to the test, and have been thoroughly exhausted
The chalice ever being full again is a comical thought
You may have resorted to being less in order to uphold the responsibility of many
Recognition not in sight, you let that follow you
The shadow in the mirror that says “No one cares"
What you really need is to come back to Mother's Roots
To remember your soul has taken many blows in lifetime’s past
The winds of time and space move you, allow yourself to twirl
To be consumed in Sacred Flame
To let the river run through your body
To lay on the soil and breath
You are always protected if you beleive in Earth, and see yourself as a minature
That means your strength is of her likeness
Let yourself roar, and tune yourself back.