Mouth full of mud, of weeds and growth Dead animal bones, cracking under your soles Run girl run, where unkept secrets glow Behind the gates crawl For the paths you follow are cruel and dark Coughing hooded boys open their jaws The cold digs in our chest And makes us shine again Below the waves, below the waves For the green fire that turns our feet To swallows, floats around us and blossoms Lotuses root our pain and choices Freedom burns us, freedom leads us Freedom sings in many voices One of them is pure and effortless At the other side All is glowing, overripe All is silent, clear and bright Mouth full of mud