Solemn graves, wake up
The earth is in my lungs
Bone dry and sore from the dust inhaled
Now a part of me
I'm bleeding dirt
And roots and all
The soil is mixed with my blood
The roots are tangled around my ankles
They keep me anchored to the ground
I'm standing on, left to gather
What I can from the weather
But my skin longs to shed its bark and leaves
To be left for dead
If I could be there among the waves
Where the pressure presses gently
From above and below, invitingly so
It's calling me
I could be safe
I could be cold and free
It's calling me back home
Throw me to the sea
Where I can be
Under the waves
Where I can sleep
I am home