Honora (feat. Wake The Phantom)

“They say the tree never bothers the bees

Growing slowly, cradles them carefully

It never asks for any kind of sympathy

For holding ten thousand lives at its mercy”

I’ve never felt so small, the scripture always tries

To make me feel less strong and unsure of my life

I want to see the sun just to know what it’s like

To glance above my head and have it hurt, so

The daughter of evening, now knows the meaning

Of fighting against the current, pulled by others

Led with steel, we are real, now.

The false security of walls lined with stories

And monks who preach control, our sacred role

Our gifted souls - Enough literature

I want to see the Earth

From the outside, not the inside.

Her favourite book wasn’t a story

With words, it had charcoal drawings

She kept it hidden under her shelf

When the priest held elder meetings

Pages turned, forever dreaming

One day, to hold a seashell

Just to feel - we are real, now.