mother to mother
daughter to daughter
already done before i begun
born in a dream of rebirth
in a story made from old scrap
on a road leading up to the past
mending this past with the future
covering gaps as we go
then passing it on down the line
the big hope and great fear
every goal that been spent
all the rules that were bent
mother to mother
daughter to daughter
scratched from the ground
burnt hard by the sun
fully fed to cover their hunger
from years of denial
then shaped to fit in the dream
squeezed to grow taller than all
in the need of perfect perfection
the legacy tied to our bones
with our roots uplifted and trimmed
and the body a hole to be filled
