O the road is weary of the pilgrims
Never asking her for her blessing
Giving all their moments to reflections in the heat
Mother is the left foot and father is the right
They carry their devotion like the love of a child
She's cried countless times on the bodies that they leave behind
Those she sees recoil hear only snakes
Hiding in their lands and rattling
When will they learn? When will they hear her
placing all her stones before their feet
in a language that reads as a plea for peace?
In the gown of sand that they make her
She rises in the wind like a savior
She tries to dust their eyes
Like in stories that she's heard at firesides
In the night, as they teach each other what peace feels like
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