There’s an old woman figure at the wall of my eye
She’s standing and watching the world as it is
She’s pointing her cane and asking me why
We aren’t making the best out of this

Each year, as she dies, she goes back to sleep
and leaves me with questions, wide as the sea
Rising again, from the darkness so deep
She fills up the layers of love inside me

As reaching for the sun, she’s been climbing the wall
And gotten much bigger, she’s with child every year
The age she will reach, when the time comes to fall
will give the pride to what we hold dear

The old woman figure is my friend Mother Earth
who’s been in my eye, since the day of my birth