(hollow)
My ancestors have access
(hollow)
I’m falling down the abyss
(hollow)
looking for some answers.
Generations of mothers sailing in,
somehow they all were shipfolk.
(hollow)
The ground is opening up,
swallows me up
the trunk of DNA…
Now, come forth,
all species…
(hollow)
Like a bead in necklace,
thread me
upon this chain:
I’m part of it,
the everlasting necklace
I yearn to be belong,
let me belong.