"I remember being five years old
Watching a feather fall from the sky
And spending all day praying that the bird who lost it could still fly.
When we were nine,
We spent half the year on our backs
Begging the stars not to fall anywhere close to our heads
Because we knew we weren’t the ones who need them most.
Do you remember when you said,
“We’ll carry icicles to Mexico and melt them during droughts!”
Yeah we didn’t know shit, but we had something figured out back then.
Where did we go?
When did we lose ourselves?
Hell is a nation that doesn’t know how to exhale.
The heart is a muscle, without use it will fail."