I feel like i have fleshwounds
Maybe Im not alright
Maybe its me
I surprise myself by being unstable
tears prick my eyes like needles
I say: 'your strong, your strong'
I burn those tears away

I am the eagle
I am the lion
I am the soul of my ancestors
beating to the drum of their strength
I will not cry

Forgive me for these weak moments
I do not understand myself
All i know has been compacted in my shell
and it is seemingly unravelling
Ribbons and balls of wool
decorating the floor
my insides so bare

This is me undone, and i dont know why?
Im disturbed by my weakness, so disturbed
Forgive me
I am the Island
I am the water around it