Breaking
But where the trees grow thinner and the clouds despair
Even the song does not cry of thunder
You will hear the birches grow out of their pale skin
And you will wonder, where do I fit in
But it is no secret, there
Under the earth the water grows
Decides to believe in those who cling to it
This earth land comes to the widow in the shallow tree
Like a thousand eyes fallen from the clouds
As children weep for their mother’s burden
The wrists that hurt from pushing hard
Cannot conquer what they have already found
