Little Violets from Century Plant by Hankamer

Up, half-asleep
That same voice calls to her
Stands up tall through her

Out, in the sun
The flowers sing to her
Spread their wings for her

Down, in the leaves
She gives her days to them
Feeds and raises them

Out, half-asleep
That voice appears to her
Loud and clear for her

And the ambient thoughts in her head
Just wash away from her
Bright and gray for her
And she's suddenly free of her dread
When a silence clearly not hers takes a breath

Now, as she grows old
The flowers sing to her
Spread their wings for her

Then, they're all that's left
The love and pain of her
What remains of her

On the day that her body passed away from her
They would say that at last there was a place for her
With tears she cried and lies she lied so far from her
A silence clearly not hers takes a breath
A silence that couldn't be hers takes a breath

• Alternative
• folk
• indie
• neo-soul
• Austin