Langue D'enfance
These words once meant so much
Bound to our ears as a remnant of home
A hygge of worlds long gone
A waning dream in forgotten songs
So let's create these stories
Before I forget this childhood tongue
Let's utter each word swiftly
To the heteroge bow we whisper quietly
And when these words part
From our mouths
So will all we know
We're but a vessel to the waves
I'd love to remember my time here
And there we will drown
And I steal words from the dead
I'm not dead yet
The tongue lies to a side of a corpse
Speaking it's last words to a hollow heart
Tell me everything I said back there was meaningful
To the heteroge bow we whisper quietly
Writer/s: La Cachette