she runs into the comfort of the thickness of the woods..
the forest lake...sounding from afar...
then these sounds...they accumalate all around her but her numbness fails to produce fear...she walks...bleeding at the soles..leaving a trial to tell her story...her story she always longed to tell but chained to silence she stayed...so she ran.
the baby on her back lets out a loud shriek...he screams uncontrollably without a tear in his innocent eyes..his spirits are aroused.
she brings him to her bosom and tries to appease his spirits but she's fighting a losing war...the spirits have come for him...she tries to calm and rocks him in vain...but she's loosing this war..
she tries to reverse her words and thoughts and tries to see him as a child-her child...but the hardness in her heart fails her...and the thoughts she remembers....she wishes to forget...
what shall she call him so he may know her..he doesnt have a name-he cannot have a name. for what is in a name but meaning and he has not meaning..and so she rans...
he refuses to stop! so she lets him. he cries out of fear...she lets him out of fear...he looks at her deep inside at sees the moment he was conceived. And then...he stops.
he nows knows he was a hate child. conceived out of lust but not planned as part of the plan. the spirits win and he grows cold. she watches him silently. she tried to fight his spirits but she lost. she holds him tightly until there is nothing left to hold.
At that moment a wild violent wind cuts through her everynerve and she holds this child...protects him...loves him in that instant..tears like acid drops fall from her eyes...when the wind stops...she slowly walks towards the forest lake. she kisses him softly and lays him down. the gentle water opens its arms to him and receives him like she never could...
she walks singing hallelujah....hallelujah....hallelujah...
the forest lake...sounding from afar...
then these sounds...they accumalate all around her but her numbness fails to produce fear...she walks...bleeding at the soles..leaving a trial to tell her story...her story she always longed to tell but chained to silence she stayed...so she ran.
the baby on her back lets out a loud shriek...he screams uncontrollably without a tear in his innocent eyes..his spirits are aroused.
she brings him to her bosom and tries to appease his spirits but she's fighting a losing war...the spirits have come for him...she tries to calm and rocks him in vain...but she's loosing this war..
she tries to reverse her words and thoughts and tries to see him as a child-her child...but the hardness in her heart fails her...and the thoughts she remembers....she wishes to forget...
what shall she call him so he may know her..he doesnt have a name-he cannot have a name. for what is in a name but meaning and he has not meaning..and so she rans...
he refuses to stop! so she lets him. he cries out of fear...she lets him out of fear...he looks at her deep inside at sees the moment he was conceived. And then...he stops.
he nows knows he was a hate child. conceived out of lust but not planned as part of the plan. the spirits win and he grows cold. she watches him silently. she tried to fight his spirits but she lost. she holds him tightly until there is nothing left to hold.
At that moment a wild violent wind cuts through her everynerve and she holds this child...protects him...loves him in that instant..tears like acid drops fall from her eyes...when the wind stops...she slowly walks towards the forest lake. she kisses him softly and lays him down. the gentle water opens its arms to him and receives him like she never could...
she walks singing hallelujah....hallelujah....hallelujah...
... please make yourself at home ... 