
Mother Mother
I was born in the foam of the sea, Her lullaby tasted like frost. She kissed my eyelids closed, And said, child, hold onto trust. Oh Mother, Mother, cradle me slow, Bury me deep where the lost ones go. Your arms are cold, but I still yield, I resurrect through wounds you never healed. Resurrect through wounds that never healed. The shore remembers every lie, Each wave returns to testify. Tried to pray, my mouth was filled with sand, Faith slipped through my trembling hands. Mother, Mother, cradle me low, Drag me beneath till I let go. Your voice it hungers, your touch conceals, I resurrect through wounds you never healed. Resurrect through wounds that never healed. There’s comfort in the drowning kind, A peace the living never find. She hums in tones the soul recalls, Love, oh, it's the sweetest fall. Oh I was born in the foam of the sea, And she never let go of me.

