The life that breaks apart
Is the one without solid walls;
Build me up, piece by cemented piece.
Blood fills the cracks—
Veins of my mothers.
The life that breaks apart
Is the one where all walk out;
The windows are shut and no one gets in.
Those that matter, the one’s who care
They will travel the gravel stair.
Make a life that can crumble
So you can explore—
But keep your feet, on the rooted floor.
