A drop of red
Tainted her thread
Bruises to wear
Like a badge of honor
Around her neck
Ruptured, crimsoned
The soil needs her to
Feed and prosper
A vestige of a former past
Her heartbeat claimed by
A force of nature
A selfless act of compassion
Is this really me?
Destined to be
Is this really me?
Destined to be
A drop of red
Tainted their threads
A badge of honor
Around their necks
A drop of red
Tainted their threads
A badge of honor
Around their necks