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 He's a moon to myself I ask her: But where does the heart go When it's taken from the motherland? Unlike the sky From ? 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 wake The death of the motherland Is not a ? 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 you ? The body is a continent But may your heart Always remain the sea