Becomes the Color
I became the color
I became the daughter and the son
When the feast is over
Welcome to another one
I lay my body down, down
Down upon the water
Wrapped up in the clothes of
My mother and my father
Oh this is longing
And I wanna be complete
I was waiting around my little girs seat
I had hunger, a mouthful of M
Writer/s: EMILY JANE WELLS
