Gather round the flame your luminous mind Though it grows no brighter For one may carry the weight of the world Yet for us it grows no lighter
Our tribal fury lies close beneath our skin It was a surrogate womb that hope grew within 2 grandma’s ago they buried a son like him Now there’s a pet shop and a gym
Try as we have to erase every trace Every echo every space Still our children’s children Are uneasy in this place
