Only to be vexed by the sound of your weeping

I am your Native Son and I have come to listen

Listen to the sound of them seeping your blood

through their pipes like veins carrying your life force

Oh Mother! I’ve been sleeping

Only to be woken by the sound of you weeping.

I made it back to the start where your Heart and mine

beat in line with the Sun with whom I run

like those that came before me.

I am your prodigal son who’s returned

and I’ve learned that without you,

I am nothing.

I have come to listen and learn at your feet

from the ground where we’ll one day meet again

when my last breath leaves me.

Mother I was woken from my slumber by the sound

of the lumber jacking only their own air supply

The air that plays freely with my hair as I stare at your wonder

Do they care that soon you might not be there?

Mother I was woken by the sound

of the slaughter of your water.

The essence of life that alleviated strife

for those that came before me

Will they ignore me too?

The way they have done with you?

Mother I am your Native son

and I can’t outrun this great conflegration

that sweeps all the nations any longer.

Please reign in the fire so that we may sit

at its feet like those that came before me.

I am your Native Son

and I am burning,

Yearning,

To heal my mother wound.