Mother - The White Birch

Written by：Flottum/Ola

I could see

From the rising sun

From the shadows on your chest

You were done

And we all tried not to waste our breath

Imagining the sound

Of the morning dew

That left the ground

I could see

Your silent face torn

From every wounded bone

You were worn

And we all tried not to waste our chance

To feel the pain

As the morning dew

Fell as rain

I wish I could see

I wish I could see

I wish I could see

I wish I could see