• Soaked in our roots.
    We all know
    how deeply you go

    How can I be blamed
    once hearing your truths?
    In presuming that you knew;
    how I felt, what I thought?

    Take me to that place
    with words made from whispers
    to echoes, so strong.

    I'll take you there once you listen...
    and then you're gone.

    let's make them listen.