Burnt toast and frozen hearts,
Coffee stains and broken down dreams,
Mother, she carries your name stitched to her lips, forever in a cultural fit,
Father, her tears are broken too, every long distance walk leaves bleeding feet,

The earth don't recognise the battles fought in the heart, only it's reflection in the gardens she has marked, "love me they do, love me they don't".

She's living in the presence of their past traumas, it has carried weights across the blowing sands, no eyes has wept the amount of oceans she has,
Cigarettes ashes and strong liquor,
This house is made of...