Left her letter by the vase Mother should have been home that night Her daughter stayed up when the wildfire came Grabbed the note and ran for her life
But the fire Burned through the night, burned through the night She breathed in smoky sunlight, hot blooded skies
Dragged worn knuckles across new doors Begged for any news of any kind Every first Sunday, she trekked among the low graves Turning stone after stone for a sign It was the fear of the beast, wildfire under her feet Kept her awake in the night As she cried
“I am broken down without you I am broken down without you I am broken down I am broken down”
Found the home her daughter left Lilacs bloomed where mother wept
At night she sat on the floor By the door Hoping her daughter would find a way home Still had the scars on her knees From pleading with deities Mother refused what she knows As she choked
“I am broken down without you I am broken down without you I am broken down I am broken down
I am broken down I am broken down I am broken down I am broken down”