The Children

I'm a child of the moon

Raised into white forests

My skin is smothered

My eyes are sheltered

I don't know how to walk through the ocean

My land is made of all the saints I choose to pray

Covered by branches I lost all that I found

All that I found(All the mothers sing through my lungs)

All that I found(What they harness is far above)

All that I found(All the mothers sing through my lungs)

I see no home

I feel no warmth in this kingdom

I see no home now

I see no home

I feel no warmth in this kingdom

I see no home now

I see no home

I feel no warmth in this kingdom

I see no home now