Mother swallows golden sand Whispers: She's taking back what's hers Her feet are two split continents Her heart is the map of the world Lay with me though my storm, she says Be the moon to my sea I ask her: But where does the heart go When it's taken from the motherland? I'm like the sky, pregnant with life I'm searching for a safe place To empty Mother crashes her body against the shore Says: Pain is what we carry upon our backs Love is being silent about the weight The d**h of the motherland Is not in what we leave behind, she says But in everything we forget And you're not so privileged You are a child of fire and water The strength to be the storm And to carry it is within you So storm, she says And I will carry your every drop The body is a continent But may your heart Always remain the sea