the story

Father
Oh cold the rage beyond my sorrowed heart

I felt it
The wind blew harder
The clouds blocked the sunshine
From the moon

I can't
Help myself

I hurt, I break
By the end, it's the beginning

Mother
The warm, the brights, beyond my sacred soul

I knew it
Some love broke through
To care
A mother's instinct

I can't
Help myself

I hurt, I break
By the end, it's the beginning