| It started with a crack |
| A splinter in my center |
| Not thunder — but longing |
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| And as a rib unfurled |
| A bird landed in my chest |
| And called it a heart |
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| I'm not blooming |
| No I am breaking — Yeah! |
| And it sounds like a song |
| If you're listening close |
|
| The blood in my veins |
| Was never mine alone |
| Carried sky, carried ash |
| Carried every name I knew |
| The blood in my veins |
| Was never mine alone |
| Carried soil, carried song |
| Carried every root of home |
| Home |
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| The leaves I once wore |
| Like crowns, now wilt at my feet |
| I trade green for blood |
| And it stains me beautiful |
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| What a curious thing |
| What a lovely spin |
| And then you touched me |
| Soft as moss |
| And I knew |
| Why we choose |
| To be soft |
| Even when it hurts |
|
| I'm not blooming |
| No I am breaking — Yeah! |
| And it sounds like a song |
| If you're listening close |
|
| The blood in my veins |
| Was never mine alone |
| Carried sky, carried ash |
| Carried every name I knew |
| The blood in my veins |
| Was never mine alone |
| Carried soil, carried song |
| Carried every root of home |
| Carried every root of home |
|
| They call me alive |
| But life comes with hunger |
| Desire feels like fire |
| Licking the bark from my bones |
|
| I kissed someone |
| And I understood the reason |
| Why trees reach |
| And why they never ever stop |
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| I touch my face |
| A foreign name |
| A forest buried in bones |
|
| I realise |
| It's all the same |
| And feeling is louder |
| Than rain on leaves |
|
| I'm not blooming |
| No I am breaking — Yeah! |
| And it sounds like a song |
| If you're listening close |
|
| The blood in my veins |
| Was never mine alone |
| Carried sky, carried ash |
| Carried every name I knew |
| The blood in my veins |
| Was never mine alone |
| Carried soil, carried song |
| Carried every root of home |
|
| The blood in my veins |
| Was never mine alone |
| Carried sky, carried ash |
| Carried every name I knew |
| The blood in my veins |
| Was never mine alone |
| Carried soil, carried song |
| Carried every root of home |
|