her legs too heavy and her mind too small
she says shes tired she begged she stole
and brought a storm.
I think shes burned and dry she might
not make it to the sky.
they found her a place
shes in middleage.she screw fire
amd brought her mind some soul
she must have forgotten he's already alone
cinder in our eyes and some smoke in our thighs
we embraced and placed sun in our hands.
what were we before you tried to leave?
what were we before you set fire to our heads?
dear sky we laughed and you cry